Top 100 Leaves Fall Quotes
#1. The leaves do fad and fall away, / Berries rot and sheaves decay; / The deer is fled back to the field. / That is all your promises yield. / All wind and words, your vows, I see, / Are barren as the fruitless tree.
Lauren Willig
#2. And as fall turned to winter, the Darlington peach trees started dropping their leaves again, gently, like they were letting them go. It wasnt the same as giving them up. It wasnt the same as losing them.
Jodi Lynn Anderson
#3. Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.
Lord Byron
#4. The trees are a thousand times taller than me, and hundreds of years older, and the rocks and leaves and plants and animals never do anything silly like kill each other or fall in love or grow up.
Ben Stephenson
#5. October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
Rainbow Rowell
#6. I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon.
Carol Rifka Brunt
#7. As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.
Dante Alighieri
#8. The stars are reliable, unlike any other thing in this crazy world. Leaves fall off the trees. Snow melts. Rain washes away all the things we wrote on the pavement. But the stars are relentless in shining.
Hannah Brencher
#9. When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patter of a woman's hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the gravel the imprint of a high-heeled shoe.
Daphne Du Maurier
#10. Don't you love fall?" Stacey asked. "All the little festivals, the changing leaves, kids in Halloween costumes, the dead spewing up out of their graves to haunt the living ...
J.L. Bryan
#11. The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves.
Sara Teasdale
#12. The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [ ... ] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.
Ray Bradbury
#13. Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Emily Bronte
#14. The summer is cruel to its leaves, the fall to its colors, the winter to us.
Herta Muller
#15. In the spring when the wind is in the new leaves the echo of her voice may still be heard by the fall that bear her name.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#16. It is our fall from a simplicity and fullness of life directly experienced, from the sensuous moment of knowing, which leaves a gap that the symbolic can never bridge.
John Zerzan
#17. Being a creator of a song I get to take all these broken fragments of failure and chaos and weave together something beautiful and meaningful. Decay. Death. Pain. Fall. And if God is a songwriter then these fallen leaves of mine can be redeemed
Jon Foreman
#18. Autumn is a reminder that while the leaves die and fall, there will always be Spring, a chance to replenish and be reborn again. We all have the opportunity to replenish ourselves, to be reborn.
Tao Porchon-Lynch
#19. Ah! the year is slowly dying,
And the wind in tree-top sighing,
Chant his requiem.
Thick and fast the leaves are falling,
High in air wild birds are calling,
Nature's solemn hymn.
Mary Weston Fordham
#20. While cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
John Muir
#21. Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it - love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn's leaves and catches them by surprise.
Elizabeth Chandler
#22. Around and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.
Charles Dickens
#23. We love to hear some men speak, though we hear not what they say; the very air they breathe is rich and perfumed, and the sound of their voices falls on the ear like the rustling of leaves or the crackling of the fire. They stand many deep.
Henry David Thoreau
#24. I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.
Wendy Delsol
#25. Rain falls, wind blows, plants bloom, leaves mature and are blown away; these phenomena are all interrelated with causes and conditions, are brought about by them, and disappear as the causes and conditions change.
Gautama Buddha
#27. Soon all the leaves would fall, leaving this spot bare and brown. I felt like I was looking at the pinnacle of a particularly dazzling firework as it filled the night sky, just before it lost its shape and faded into darkness.
Penny Reid
#28. Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe
#29. When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
Edward Young
#30. And a final, anxious part - an ever-growing part - was occupied with the color of the fall sky, the leaves on the ground, the sense that time was passing without being replaced, that it was running out and spooling to the end.
Maggie Stiefvater
#31. Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
Chad Sugg
#32. I wish I understood the beauty
in leaves falling. To whom
are we beautiful
as we go?
David Ignatow
#33. The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.
Neil Gaiman
#34. I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers / To hear the rain fall on dry leaves / And chat a bit with death across foggy nights.
James Kavanaugh
#35. October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.
Henry David Thoreau
#36. All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#37. But you can't plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. ("The North")
Yevgeny Zamyatin
#38. To be free means always leaving ... or returning to a place where leaves never fall.
Rich Shapero
#39. Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
Anne Sexton
#40. Autumn is here
and I am in love.
My heart has taken residence in my mind.
I pick the crisp ochre leaves
and put them in my pocket.
I am in love.
Kamand Kojouri
#41. The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle pressure of recorded sorrow.
Walter Savage Landor
#42. Relations are like leaves in a plant. Some green, some dried. Just shook yourself, and all the dried ones will fall.
Alok Jagawat
#43. Into the promise of happiness, synchronizing the rhythm of our lives to the turning of the leaves and the rise and fall of the tides.
Jennifer Irwin
#44. Don't under-rate the scope of your influence in your youth. Don't think you have all the time to make a difference in this world. Recognize that both brown and green leaves fall to the ground.
Nana Awere Damoah
#45. Once I fall in love, finishing a story leaves a hole in my heart. The characters become your friends.
Sarah J. Maas
#46. He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.
John Fletcher
#47. We rode in silence for a while and I wondered if men were the world's leaves. If as we aged the world filled us with its poisons so as old men, filled to the brim with the bitterest gall, we could fall into hell and take it all with us. Perhaps without death the world would choke on its own evils.
Mark Lawrence
#48. But leaves don't just fall. They wilt and fade and no longer protect you from the rain.
Erik Valeur
#49. How can you tell drops not to fall when rain exists ...
How can you tell leaves not to fall when wind exist ...
And how can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist ...
Vikram
#50. Growing up in that fashion is a breeding ground for insecurity and doubt; it also leaves you questioning motives. It took me a long time to see the world as I want it without constantly looking for approval. I still fall, but I'm better suited for survival.
Damon Runyon
#51. Though the leaves fall from the trees like brown tears, for him everything must be as green as fresh grass, as white as May blossom, as if to convince us all that the seasons are upside down and we are all Tudors now. A
Philippa Gregory
#52. She decided to watch the leaves on the tree across the way. How many would fall off in such a strong wind? ... She now knew why people made such a fuss about weddings. It was to keep the bride's mind occupied, lest she fall into strange mental chasms.
Julia Quinn
#53. Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars,
Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers,
Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down,
Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power
So scatter and consume them in his rage,
That not a man should live to rue their fall.
Christopher Marlowe
#54. Dry leaves rustled up against the walls and skittered away. It was that time of year when it could be hot or cold from day to day; it was neither summer nor fall. An in-between, liminal time. A border.
Anonymous
#55. Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.
Sylvia Plath
#56. Sometimes I fall into the trap of keeping too much to myself, but I think it's important to preserve certain things, it leaves something to the imagination.
Keiynan Lonsdale
#57. Life is like a tree, when you feeling down the leaves fall off.
Iyonna Williams
#58. In spring, the snow must go; in fall, the leaves can't stay.
Marty Rubin
#59. There's never been a better time to let the leaves of mediocrity fall from your tree of life.
David Ault
#60. I especially like your autumn trees, gracefully letting their leaves fall. That is how I would like to shed my own leaves in this autumn of life, easily and elegantly. Why be so attached to what we are bound to lose anyway? I suppose I mean youth, which has been so present in our conversations.
Isabel Allende
#61. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Rabindranath Tagore
#63. Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious sound;
Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leaves.
Only from a marriage of two forces does music arise in the world.
Where the is no love, where listeners are dumb, there can never be song.
Rabindranath Tagore
#64. So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.
Howard Pyle
#65. Everyone in the tribe believed in life after death and the spirit's ability to be reborn and live again in a new body. The undying soul was unquestioned. Did not the leaves fall off the tree and become part of the soil that nourished the tree which spouted new leaves?
M.J. Rose
#66. As the cold wind blows and the leaves start to fall, I am reminded that there is no renewal without the passing away that punctuates all things in a human life.
Heidi Barr
#67. In the fall of leaves,
In the hustle of breeze,
In the curve of streams,
I foresee,
Nature keeps more concealed,
Than it lets us peep!
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
#68. Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
Matsuo Basho
#69. Bring awareness to the many subtle sounds of nature - The rustling of leaves in the wind, Raindrops falling, The humming of an insect, The first birdsong at dawn.
Eckhart Tolle
#70. A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
Eric Sloane
#71. Life is defined by time and seasons. Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering. Spring brings warmth and blossoms of flowers. Fall brings the falling of leaves and cool days. Winter brings cold dry harsh weather and trees are without leaves.
Lailah Gifty Akita
#72. Don't be fooled by the few red or brown leaves you find on poison ivy in the fall - the plant is not dying; it's just cheating with different pigments.
Hope Jahren
#73. The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the branches in the orchard behind the house.
Arlene Stafford-Wilson
#74. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow on another like the withered leaves of Autumn.
Oscar Wilde
#75. When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
William Shakespeare
#76. There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? Hamlet. V.2
William Shakespeare
#77. Scarlet watched a leaf fall to the ground, lying dead amoung the other leaves on the forest floor. "A brief life seems pointless."
Tristan thought for a moment. "Isn't that what life is, though? A brief opportunity to exist? A short gift?
Chelsea Fine
#78. When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.
Henry Ford
#79. And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?
Mervyn Peake
#80. You are to me,
what wind is to dry leaves.
The reason for me to fall,
the reason for me to fly.
Seekerohan
#81. The leaves of our blessed lives fall to the ground and if we're wise like my grandfather, we gather them in a pile and keep them safe lest the winds of forgetfulness blow them away.
Philip Gulley
#82. The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.
Sara Teasdale
#83. Sure, Manda knew that the tree wasn't actually dead. Mrs. Evans, her teacher, taught her that some trees lose their leaves in the wintertime making them look dead, when they were only sleeping.
Sleeping or not, the big tree was dead to Manda.
Julie B. Campbell
#84. I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence - the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse's breathing.
Lauren Oliver
#85. He'd never seen a rain quite like this so gentle that it seemed barely to fall yet slowly laid its shine on the bay leaves and hydrangea flowers ...
Rose Tremain
#86. There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees - as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.
Ruth Ahmed
#87. That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits.
Hermann Hesse
#88. People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.
Naveed A. Khan
#90. Trees in winter lose their leaves. Some trees may even fall during storms, but most stand patiently and bear their fortune.
Ming-Dao Deng
#91. Trees allow their old leaves to fall so they can then blossom.
Renee Rentmeester
#92. Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble when I see so many souls lost these days. See, they fall into Hell as leaves fall from the trees at the approach of winter.
John Vianney
#93. Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.
Homer
#94. The Magi bring treasures and gifts fitting for a king. Hearts that are seeking, that are open will be overjoyed at finding, will fall down and worship. Deceptive and scheming minds will be frustrated, left out of the divine communication. Worship leaves us more open and receptive to God,
Ron Oltmanns
#95. Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
#96. How frail the bloom, how short the stay
That terminates us all!
Today we flourish green and gay,
Like leaves tomorrow fall.
John Clare
#97. Words fall out of the sky like leaves, girl. Grab a couple and write 'em down.
Sharon M. Draper
#98. When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season ...
Edna O'Brien
#99. Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse's flowers will not last, Nurses to their graves are gone, But the prams go rolling on.
W. H. Auden
#100. Fall arrived with its honey light and cool evenings, and the maple leaves brightened to match the reds and yellow of ripe apples. It was time to put away the bounty of the warm months for fortitude during the cold ones, as humans had done for centuries.
Melissa Coleman
