Quotes About Dry Leaf

#1. Some dry leaf blows into a campfire well-stoked and drawing well. What follows? That leaf catches at once, swiftly is consumed, a shadow withering briefly in the fierce light, and thereafter little remains, not cinder and ash so much as smudges of char.

Kai Ashante Wilson

#2. O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

George Arnold

#3. Each day is a dry leaf, which never comes back to life again.

Shine Syamaladevi

#4. But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry leaf pile-to rub them all over myself, without words and clothes.

Dave Eggers

#5. As a magnifying glass concentrates the rays of the sun into a little burning knot of heat that can set fire to a dry leaf or a piece of paper, so the mystery of Christ in the Gospel concentrates the rays of God's light and fire to a point to set fire to the human spirit.

Thomas Merton

#6. If you have to fall, fall like a dry leaf, follow the wind, drop on the river; you will meet the ocean and your life will never ne the same.

Marcus L. Lukusa

#7. If you are bitter, you are like a dry leaf that you can just squash, and you can get blown away by the wind. There is much more wisdom in forgiveness.

Vusi Mahlasela

#8. I stumble and fall.
I weep and struggle to rise.
My mom feels it all.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#9. Our brain needs comfort. When you irritate it, you cannot think.

Zoran

#10. 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

#11. The leaf twirls gently
To the dry ground
The flake tumbles lightly
To the snow mound
The lightning falls mightily
To the earth with a crash
And I plummet sleepily
From the fridge to the trash.
Such is nature's way

Francesco Marciuliano

#12. I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.

Albert Camus

#13. A dry maple leaf has come off and is falling to the earth; its movement is exactly like a butterfly's flight. Isn't it strange? Gloom and decay - like brightness and life.

Ivan Turgenev

#14. I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.

Julie Gregory

#15. West, North, and South the children of Men spread and wandered, and their joy was the joy of the morning before the dew is dry, when every leaf is green.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#16. I'm not really a director for hire. You read these scripts and go, 'This is a really great script, but Paul Greengrass would make this so much better than me.' I usually say, 'I know who would be good for this. It's not me.'

Stephen Daldry

#17. That's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

Maggie Stiefvater

#18. An intuitionist conception of justice is, one might say, but half a conception.

John Rawls

#19. Mortals search for what they are unable to give, what they lack within themselves.

Emma Raveling

#20. The Hierarchic Qualm: The sword kills. But the arm moves the sword. Is the arm to blame for murder? No. The mind moves the arm. Is the mind to blame? No. The mind has sworn an oath to duty, and that duty moves the mind, as written by the Throne. So it is that a servant of the Throne is blameless.

Seth Dickinson

#21. I'm fine, she said. But her smile was bleak, without light or warmth. And for the first time I thought of what it must be like to know that you were going to die, that the trees would bud, flower, leaf, dry, die, and you would not be there to see any of it.

Anna Quindlen

#22. He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins.

Graham Joyce

#23. You need hope to form a thought. It takes-I don't know-optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other? Or what we do, for that matter?

Noah Hawley

#24. Winners do not whine, they roar. Let me hear you roar!

Ken Polson