Top 33 Quotes About Wet Leaves
#1. A living tree is a changing, sleeve shape, a wet, thin, bright green creature that survives in the thin layer between heartwood and bark. It stands waiting for light, which it catches in the close-woven sieves of its leaves.
Alice Oswald
#2. the rank and melancholy smell of charred wet wood and sodden leaves coming towards me on a wisp of air.
Daphne Du Maurier
#3. So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#5. I can take care of myself, but I can't take care of myself and a child. I've decided to give myself up for adoption.
Jarod Kintz
#6. America is like a roomy cage; just enough choice-space where the animal doesn't go wild and feels free.
Bryant McGill
#8. Two seeds destined to grow in concert, planted together in the field of love.'" She took in a lungful of air and continued. "'The sky cast wet buckets of dreams and desires, the roots took shape, and the leaves tangled as one.
Christina Lee
#9. The only truths that are useful are instruments to be thrown away.
Umberto Eco
#11. She re-read his email four times, feeling offended and breathless, like he had casually grabbed her head and stuffed it into a pile of wet leaves.
Molly Ringle
#12. The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
Ezra Pound
#13. Old willows trailed veils of wet leaves across his path. Moss crawled up the headstones. The place was otherwise deserted.
Martha Grimes
#14. (A writer's working space, Montaigne also believed, ought to have a good view of the cemetery; it tended to sharpen one's thinking.)
Oliver Burkeman
#15. Most girls my age don't appreciate this kind of music. In my opinion, this is real music. It's haunting, poetic, and carefully-crafted. Not that techno teeny bopper crap that only sounds good because of all the machines the record label uses to make it.
Lauren Hammond
#16. A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.
E. Nesbit
#17. Southeast Asia food uses many different types of spices which are quite new to me, like the curry leaves which I saw at the Kreta Ayer wet market in Chinatown. With such spices used in cooking, this usually imparts a strong aroma to Southeast Asian food, which appeals to the senses.
Joel Robuchon
#18. They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake.
Cormac McCarthy
#19. Nothing from the summer carries more lasting allure for me than the memory of sitting with Ruth on the bank of a stream on campus, taking turns reading aloud from the books we held on our laps, while the wind wet leaves gossiping in the old trees above us and the creek rustled in its stony bed.
Scott Russell Sanders
#20. The moon rode in the sky - a hunted thing dodging behind wisps of tattered cloud, and the air was heavy and wet and redolent of dying leaves. ("The Refugee")
Jane Dixon Rice
#21. Politics is a choice of enemas. You're gonna get it up the ass, no matter what you do.
George V. Higgins
#22. It was the day without a yesterday, and the world was so new the paint was still wet on the flowers, the meadows were wrapped up in a glossy cellophane of dew, and freshly budded leaves dangled like shiny price-tags from the trees.
Jaxy Mono
#23. 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
#24. I have, before now, waited for a pen to perform a macro.
Terry Pratchett
#25. The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks
A scarlet rain; the yellow violet
Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox
Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet,
And all the streams with vernal-scented reed
Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
Bayard Taylor
#27. I challenge myself to take at least one fashion risk a day, otherwise I get stuck.
Emma Stone
#28. ... but now, along this high, rocky road, it was the leaves of cherry trees that predominated. From the bridge on, these lay like fallen red flowers. Some wet leaves, already decaying, had faded to a pink that was the color of the dawn. Why should decay take the color of the dawn?
Yukio Mishima
#29. Some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist. On the beach with a few club sodas. Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris and don't know the real hardcore.
Damian Marley
#30. It's easy to take the time to stop and smell the roses but one must be willing to give of themselves enough to also stop to admire and understand life's weeds.
Colleen Dougherty 10/2015
Colleen Dougherty
#31. I'm not a bad guy. If only I could stop hoping. If only I could say to my heart: Give up. Be alone forever. There's always opera. There's angel-food cake and neighborhood children caroling, and the look of autumn leaves on a wet roof. But no. My heart's some kind of idiotic fishing bobber.
George Saunders
#33. Pride of place in my wardrobe is an Edwardian-style Norfolk Jacket in Derby Tweed. It is silk-lined with leather-clad buttons and has a smell that reminds me of wet moss and fallen leaves.
Fennel Hudson
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