Top 37 Quotes About Autumn Leaf
#1. An autumn leaf is the corpse of that leaf and what a crazy thing that we love these corpses!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#2. When an autumn leaf meets a beautiful lake, art reaches beyond the unreachable places!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#3. The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#4. What's the point?" her father muttered brokenly the day of the funeral. In the last months his shoulders had curled like an autumn leaf.
"The point is that we're not alive unless we also die," Louise said.
Danika Stone
#5. Sofia was ice. She was ripples. She was the kind of person who'd sneak into the zoo after hours just to paint an extra spot on a giraffe's neck. She was stubborn. She was lovely. She was the autumn leaf that refused to fall.
Michael Ebner
#6. The only mothers who never embarrass, harass, dismiss, discount, deceive, distort, neglect, baffle, appall, inhibit, incite, insult, or age poorly are dead mothers, perfectly contained in photographs, pressed into two dimensions like a golden autumn leaf.
Kelly Corrigan
#7. Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
Jack Kerouac
#8. What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.
Vincent Van Gogh
#9. But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.
Kahlil Gibran
#10. Sometimes a strong wind blows suddenly and you leave your beloved tree without saying even goodbye, like a pale autumn leaf! This uncertainty of life makes every moment in life infinitely precious.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#11. I seek truth and beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach, in the curve of a woman's back, in the texture of an ancient tree trunk, but also in the elusive forms of reality.
Isabel Allende
#12. A lonely Autumn leaf on the road by sticking to another one becomes more resistant to harsh winds. Unity is the midwife of security!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#13. Jeremy had a mysterious, breath-taking allure about him, the feel of autumn, like riding down a leaf-strewn road, churning up the fragrance of tomorrow in her wake. Yes, Jeremy was a dangerous mix of something sweetly familiar and the enticing scent of change.
Susan May Warren
#14. Every leaf knows that time is very short. All life must be lived before the autumn comes!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#15. He didn't seem to have suffered. His face looked very peaceful. It was like - a windless day at the end of autumn, when a single leaf falls from a tree. But maybe that's not a good way to put it.
Haruki Murakami
#16. The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#17. Her skin was flawless and always cool, always pale; her body was long, like her hair, like her fingers, like her laughter; and her eyes, oh, her eyes, had every season of leaf in them: the twin greens of spring and high summer, the golds of autumn, and, in her rages, black midwinter rot.
Clive Barker
#19. Autumn afternoon:
a sycamore leaf
falls softly
and rests
on its own shadow
Abbas Kiarostami
#20. Though you wear your fingers to the bone with service, weep your eyes out with repentance, make your knees hard with kneeling, and dry your throat with shouting, if your heart does not beat with love, your religion falls to the ground like a withered leaf in autumn.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#21. Give me a land of boughs in leaf
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.
A.E. Housman
#22. Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.
Henry David Thoreau
#23. A red leaf danced from a branch like a dropping flame, down into the calm blue lake. A gust had broken it free. There was a cold bite in the wind.
It was now deep autumn in the mountains.
Aspen Matis
#24. The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles of autumns past and she suddenly wished that it was appropriate for someone her age to do such a thing.
Abby Slovin
#25. The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring.
Robert Green Ingersoll
#26. My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf.
Patrick Rothfuss
#27. A single red bucket dangled from a single spoke like the last fruit of summer, or like autumn's final leaf.
Karen Thompson Walker
#28. She liked the way a ray of mild autumn sun infiltrating the thick cluster of trees caught a reddish orange leaf swirling in the wind and transformed it golden yellow. She liked that it wasn't a leaf she recognised, that she could name or associate with her past.
Renita D'Silva
#30. As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.
Peggy Toney Horton
#31. Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
#32. Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Emily Bronte
#33. 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
#34. I moved forward in the trace of their footsteps as in a waking dream where the scent of a newly blown poppy is no longer a perfume but a blossoming: where the deep red of a maple leaf in autumn is no longer a colour but a grace; where a country is no longer a place but a lullaby.
Kim Thuy
#35. The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
#36. 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
