Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest, there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools
Every leaf of the tree becomes a page of the book, once the heart is opened and it has learnt to read.
Icons are also beautiful, with their luminous colors and gold leaf. On first glance, the subjects can seem flat, their poses artificial. But the wonder of the icons has to do with the relationship which develops between the panel and the viewer. Looking at an icon brings me a feeling of serenity; it's like a form of prayer. So I suppose in this sense, the icon is unsurpassed.
Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf.
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
Do not go through life like leaf blown from here to there believing whatever you are told.
Gary Cooper was a good friend. He was a great nature lover. He was like an American Indian, he knew every leaf that was turned over. It was an education to go for a walk with him.
That is not a drug. It's a leaf.
I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through.
Handle even a single leaf of green in such a way that it manifests the body of the Buddha. This in turn allows the Buddha to manifest through the leaf.
If there is a reason to believe in God, it would be the Havana Leaf.
For in the wood these golden days Some leaf obeys its Maker's call. And through their hollow aisles it plays With delicate touch the prelude of the Fall.
Not a single leaf moves in this country if I'm not the one moving it. I want that to be clear!
Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium.
I used to not be really honest with girls and then I dropped a song called Starry Room and then I started turning over a new leaf.
When I rise up, let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall, let me fall without regret like a leaf.
Whatever you keep hidden in your heart, God manifests in you outwardly. Whatever the root of the tree feeds on in secret, affects the bough and the leaf.
The hopeless hope is one of the early harbingers of spring, bespeaking an innocent belief that the world might right its wrongs and reverse its curses simply because the trees are coming into leaf.
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain The summer comes serenely on; Earth, air, and sun and skies combine To promise all that's kind and fair: But thou, O human heart of mine, Be still, contain thyself, and bear.
