Top 79 Quotes About Dead Leaves
#1. woods. The road was still paved with yellow brick, but these were much covered by dried branches and dead leaves from the trees, and the walking was not at all good. There were few
L. Frank Baum
#2. So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept away into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing kkpast.
Nicola Kraus
#3. Alec shrugged "Look who's talking. 'Oh, I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why,why,why
"
Jace threw a handful of dead leaves at Alec, making him splutter.
Isabelle was laughing. "You know he's right, Jace.
Cassandra Clare
#4. The days go by, through the brief silence of winter, when the sunshine is so still and pure, like iced wine, and the dead leaves gleam brown, and water sounds hoarse in the ravines.
D.H. Lawrence
#5. Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
John Galsworthy
#6. Unlike the bough that
shook off her dead leaves violently
like a wet terrier,
unlike the beating of the butterfly,
her wings, against the cocoon,
some dreams never made a move.
V.S. Atbay
#7. On the sidewalk, dead leaves. Or burned pages from an old Gaffiot dictionary. It's the neighborhood of colleges and convents.
Patrick Modiano
#8. Cause me physical pain. I was burning inside. Nothing and nobody could ease the pain. I became a gray figure in the corridors. My shadow merged with the walls. Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#9. The minutes I had left with him fall away like dead leaves pulled from branches.
Veronica Roth
#10. So I woke, I listened, and I heard the small sounds of a wood at night, the things moving, the claws in the dead leaves, the wind's soft sighs.
Bernard Cornwell
#11. You might say that he had lost the gift of evoking the perfumes of life: sea water, the smoke of burning hemlock, and the breasts of women. He had damaged, you might say, the ear's innermost chamber, where we hear the heavy noise of the dragon's tail moving over the dead leaves.
John Cheever
#12. I'm in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.
Suzanne Collins
#13. Elisa thought how empty the prayers sounded. The words rattled around in the ancient rafters and then returned to them like dead leaves falling from the trees. No life. No shade of hope. Only a cold wind that blew into their very souls.
Bodie Thoene
#14. Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.
Rumi
#15. When he walks, he sounds like a tree still full of dead leaves holding on.
Zachary Schomburg
#16. Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.
Tom Waits
#17. Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
William Allingham
#18. Only the land remained, the silent order of the mountains, the ground covered in fallen dead leaves in the enormous space, a boundless expanse - disguising, concealing, hiding, covering all that lies below the burning earth.
Laszlo Krasznahorkai
#19. The wind is a natural way to loosen and release dead leaves and branches, just as emotional and life-situation storms are opportunities for humans to release 'deadwood' and anything needing to be swept away.
Doreen Virtue
#20. It is not everyone,' said Elinor, 'who has your passion for dead leaves.
Jane Austen
#21. As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future
a terrible festival of dead leaves.
Anna Akhmatova
#22. So let them pass, small people of no great significance, caught up and swept together like dead leaves in the great whirlwind of the war.
Nevil Shute
#23. The dead leaves fly. They're cropped and gathered to the rich barn of the earth.
Jim Crace
#24. The dusk smelled like dead leaves and far off fires
V.E Schwab
#25. She brushed the old years and habits and inhibitions away from her like dead leaves. She would not be littered with them.
L.M. Montgomery
#26. I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.
Catherine Fisher
#27. The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.
Neil Gaiman
#28. My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
Jean-Paul Sartre
#29. The summer had turned, the summer had gone; the autumn had dropped upon Bly and had blown out half our lights. The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance
all strewn with crumpled playbills.
Henry James
#30. The pole's center was a gleaming lump about the size of a person's head, which any Spacer would recognize as a small nickel-iron asteroid, as common in space as dead leaves were on the reforested surface. But rare down here, even after the Hard Rain.
Neal Stephenson
#31. A few dead leaves fell down on top of her, carrying the scent of dew and the sound of birdsong. Taking
Charlie N. Holmberg
#32. You can't speak life to others if you don't know how to speak life to yourself. Dead leaves can't breathe.
Kemi Sogunle
#33. The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men.
Raymond Chandler
#34. There are still times when I stop dead in my tracks when I see you, and wonder how you're mine. You're beautiful; and your fire for life, and strength after everything you've been through, amazes me. So if anyone leaves the other speechless, it's you.
Molly McAdams
#35. You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.
Wallace Stevens
#36. Some men are like oak leaves
they don't know when they're dead, but still hang right on; and there are others who let go before anything has really touched them.
George Horace Lorimer
#37. O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#38. There can never be a clock at the center of the Universe to which everyone can set their watches. Your entire life can be the blink of an eye to an alien who leaves Earth traveling close to the speed of light, then returns an hour later to find that you have been dead for centuries.
Clifford A. Pickover
#39. This sunlight shames November where he grieves
In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
The day, though bough with bough be overrun.
But with a blessing every glade receives
High salutation.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#40. The fact that I'm sitting here in the chilly leaves imagining ways to get rid of the boy I loved so much I brought him back from the dead is so ridiculous, so horrifying, it's almost funny. In an unbelievable, black humor way that's not really funny at all.
Amy Garvey
#41. Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society.
Tom Schulman
#43. I look at our tree, at its leaves still reaching for the sun, still working to turn light into food. They don't know they are dead yet.
Ally Condie
#44. A town that does not keep its dead out of sight, that leaves people where they died, on highways and byways, in parks and parking lots, is not a town but a hell. The fact that this hell reflects our life experience in a more realistic and essentially truer way is of no consequence.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#45. Small unhurt sorrows approach the hospitals
and every day the dead take off a suit of blood.
The architectures of frost,
the lyres and moans that escape the tiny leaves
in autumn, soaking the final slopes,
died out in the blackness of felt hats.
Federico Garcia Lorca
#46. 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
#47. Remember - that which does not kill us can only make us stronger. And that which does kill us leaves us dead!
Terry Pratchett
#48. Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.
Erik Larson
#49. 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
#50. The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
Jean Cocteau
#51. Hear the leaves applauding
Hear the wind hurrahing
Hear the surf guffawing
The ways of old are dead
The queen has lost her head
Shannon Hale
#52. Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn. Impossible. I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. A boy brought back from the dead. Alex.
Lauren Oliver
#53. Even dead fallen leaves go a long way with the wind before getting crushed.
Basith
#54. Temptations are as thick as the leaves of the forest, and no one can be out of the reach of temptation unless he is dead. The great thing is to make people intelligent enough and strong enough, not to keep away from temptation, but to resist it.
Robert Green Ingersoll
#55. Nothing is ever finished and done with in this world. You may think a seed was finished and done with when it falls like a dead thing into the earth; but when it puts forth leaves and flowers next spring you see your mistake.
Elizabeth Goudge
#56. The impression that a praying mother leaves upon her children is life-long. Perhaps when you are dead and gone your prayer will be answered.
Dwight L. Moody
#57. Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many regrets, if possible! Those from which the sap has withdrawn. But, good Lord, what beautiful colors!
Andre Gide
#58. There is soul in side body all life we live with it but we do not meet with our soul and our soul leaves our body when we die But Our soul meet with us when we on dead bed.
Mohammed Zaki Ansari
#59. I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.
Patricia Briggs
#60. 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
#61. After Max's outburst at lunchtime, he steered clear of me the rest of the day, and after school, I rode out to Freak Lake to think. The leaves had long passed the bright orange phase and faded into brown, and the grass on the side of the road was stiff and dead.
Dan Wells
#62. It'll leave you feeling hollow and helpless, and there is where you'll stay. Ain't it funny child, love sometimes leaves you as dead as yesterday.
Zakk Wylde
#63. Every choice forecloses on other choices; each step forward leaves a thousand dead possible universes behind you.
Ben H. Winters
#64. 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
#65. We become like dead branches and last year's leaves and what the hell good are we for ourselves and the world in a mental ghetto.
Chaim Potok
#66. She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds.
Vladimir Nabokov
#67. the song of the dead
heavy as rain
on the wide banana leaves
hard as drums
Antonio Cisneros
#68. Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.
Cyril Connolly
#69. After an age of leaves and feathers someone dead thought of the mountain as money and cut the trees that were here and the wind and the rain at night. It is hard to say it.
W.S. Merwin
#70. Maberry is a master at writing scenes that surge and hum with tension. The pacing is relentless. He presses the accelerator to the floor and never lets up, taking you on a ride that leaves your heart pounding. It's almost impossible to put this book down. Dead of Night is an excellent read.
S.G. Browne
#71. How odd it is, that the dead weigh more than the living. You would think it would be the opposite, but it isn't. I think it is because souls give bodies lightness and air. When the soul leaves, the body has nothing left and is desperate to return to the earth. That's why it's so heavy.
Rene Denfeld
#72. She had lived among those oak and pine trees when their roots grew deep beneath her and their leaves thick above. Now he lived among them, too, only he lived among them cut and dead.
Louise Erdrich
#73. The sincerity of the art worker must permeate the song as naturally as the green leaves break through the dead branches in springtime.
Alma Gluck
#74. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die;
Mark Twain
#75. A revenant is also a deceased person returning from the dead to haunt the living, either as a disembodied ghost or alternatively as a corpse. Some people believe the ghost or spirit never leaves Earth until there is no-one left to remember the
Charmaine Weems
#76. Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
Homer
#77. There is something to be said for rain, the sharing of an intimate caress with the leaves, blades of grass and all the living and the dead creatures to remind us we are connected.~Lyn Crain
Lyn Crain
#78. I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect.
Joey Comeau
#79. The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley
