Quotes About Gold Leaves

#1. His first two months at Brakebills spun by, and soon red and gold leaves were scattering across the Sea, as if they were being pushed by invisible brooms - which possibly they were? - and the flanks of the slow-moving topiary beasts in the Maze showed streaks of color. Quentin

Lev Grossman

#2. The irony is that the more we fight age, the more it shows. Paint on a 50-year-old face brings to mind a Gilbert and Sullivan comic figure. Smooth the cheeks, and suddenly the ear lobes and hands look out of place. Do we run around in October, painting the gold leaves green?

Karen DeCrow

#3. When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!

J.R.R. Tolkien

#4. Neither James Madison, for whom this lecture is named, nor any of the other Framers of the Constitution, were oblivious, careless, or otherwise unaware of the words they chose for the document and its Bill of Rights.

Diane Wood

#5. Above us hung a tapestry of silver and gold and palest green that in my world had faded into white: a great oak so entwined with ivy it had died, its bare branches pushing through the leaves like bone. I stared at the roses, wanting to hold my hands to such red, but like the light, they burned cold.

Patricia A. McKillip

#6. We're all outsiders in a way. We're all alone and can become very lonely.

Hugo Weaving

#7. Leaves fell around me, red and gold stars falling through the mist.

Christopher Barzak

#8. The leaves on the white-barked quaky trees around the nearby lake glow like embers, fiery gold and auburn against the evergreens. The sight is a warm welcome home.

Erin Summerill

#9. The thorns thinned out and the trees grew taller and straighter, their branches not beginning until a few feet over our heads. The white, peeled bark of the birches looked buttery in the long, slanting afternoon light, and their leaves were a delicate gold.

Maggie Stiefvater

#10. With the founding of Denishawn, Ted Shawn stated the artistic creed which was to guide the school, the company and, indeed, his whole life in dance.

Walter Terry

#11. The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold ... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

Johnny Mercer

#12. So I really began as a failed poet - although when I first wanted to be a writer, I learned to write prose by reading poetry.

Nicholson Baker

#13. Oh for a book and a shady nook, Either indoors or out, with the green leaves whispering overhead, or the street cries all about. Where I may read at all my ease both of the new and old, For a jolly good book whereon to look is better to me than gold

John Wilson

#14. Paying the iron price.

George R R Martin

#15. The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

Thomas Hood

#16. October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from the twigs' weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

#17. I love dreams. I know enough about them to know that dream logic is no story logic, and that you can rarely bring a dream back as a tale: it will have transformed from gold into leaves. from silk to cobwebs, on waking

Neil Gaiman

#18. I'm glad we can be friends.
There's that word again. It's like a safe word.

Alex Rosa

#19. Trees scream and drop bright leaves

Allen Ginsberg

#20. Space is not a scientific object removed from ideology or politics. It has always been political and strategic. There is an ideology of space. Because space, which seems homogeneous, which appears as a whole in its objectivity, in its pure form, such as we determine it, is a social product.

Henri Lefebvre

#21. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters now. And the sound of her voice in the forest was just like a little tremulous song. And the leaves turn even more yellow, fall is approaching; more stars have appeared in the sky, and from now on the moon looks like a shadow of silver dipped in gold.

Knut Hamsun

#22. As a mom I know that raising children is the hardest job there is.

Hilary Rosen

#23. Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. Then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell

Hans Christian Andersen

#24. Once there was a moose, a very poor, thin, lonely moose who lived on a rocky hill where only bitter leaves grew and bushes with spiky branches. One day a red motor car drove past. In the backseat was
a grey gypsy dog wearing a gold earring.

Annie Proulx

#25. There's nothing more human than selling food to strangers, you know?

Pete Hamill

#26. In this part of California, there is no fall or spring. Summer drops right into winter, into summer, back and forth. Our idea of autumn is October, where the leaves rapidly go from green to gold to on-the-ground, and it's suddenly freezing.

Kelley York

#27. And there was no Camelot now -- now that no Queen was there, all white and gold, under an oaktree with another sunlight sifting itself in silence on her glory through the dark leaves above her where she sat, smiling at what she feared, and fearing least what most there was to fear.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

#28. And I said, "You love me?" Rhys nodded. And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he'd done for me. For what I felt for him. I set the bowl down before him. "Then eat.

Sarah J. Maas

#29. As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.

Nikita Gill

#30. I wish for all who look for Gold,
Shall find one letter less,
A world where trying always wins,
And leaves the loser blessed.

Frederic M. Perrin

#31. Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves ... The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes.

Hal Borland

#32. Deliver me from the long drought of the mind . Let leaves from the deciduous Cross fall on us, washing us clean, turning our autumn to gold by the affluence of their fountain.

R.S. Thomas

#33. 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

#34. But London didn't care, she never does when you leave her because she knows for every one that leaves another two arrive. Besides, she was too busy painting on her neon lipstick and dolling herself up in red and gold.

Ben Aaronovitch

#35. As water downs ships but upholds leaves,
and as fires burn cities but refines gold,
so do life's troubles propel the meek to greatness
and the proud to ruin.

Matshona Dhliwayo

#36. The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn ... spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end ... earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.

Monica Baldwin

#37. Five years after I started CD Baby, when it was a big success, the media said I had revolutionized the music business. But 'revolution' is a term that people use only when you're successful. Before that, you're just a quirky person who does things differently.

Derek Sivers

#38. I'm writing this in the middle of the day: the sun shines gold through the leaves of late August.

Most of these stories, however, were written after midnight, when the world was quiet and there was no-one left to talk to.

Neil Gaiman

#39. If you had one day left to live, what would you do?

Megan Miranda

#40. Autumn leaves shower like gold, like rainbows, as the winds of change begin to blow, signaling the later days of autumn.

Dan Millman

#41. Before all masters, necessity is the one most listened to, and who teaches the best.

Jules Verne

#42. Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.

Aeschylus

#43. To make this announcement fills me with great sadness, but I know I have been blessed in so many ways to have experienced what I have with the England rugby team.

Jonny Wilkinson