I possess the greatest power ever bestowed upon mankind, the power of choice. Today, I choose to persist without exception. No longer will I live in a dimension of distraction, my focus blown hither and yon like a leaf on a blustery day. I know the outcome I desire. I hold fast to my dreams. I stay the course. I do not quit.
It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.
O maternal earth which rocks the fallen leaf to sleep!
Every time you tear a leaf off a calendar, you present a new place for new ideas and progress.
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.
Any cat that misses a mouse pretends it was aiming for the dead leaf.
Faith laughs at the shaking of the spear; unbelief trembles at the shaking of a leaf.
The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
For Europe, for ourselves and for humanity, comrades, we must turn over a new leaf, we must work out new concepts, and try to set afoot a new man.
Which is worse, past or future? Neither. I will fold up my mind like a leaf and drift on this stream over the brink.
Where does a wise man hide a leaf? In the forest. But what does he do if there is no forest? He grows a forest to hide it in.
He sat on as the sun's rays came slowly down through the trees, lower and lower, and when the lowest reached a branch not far above him it caught a dewdrop poised upon a leaf. The drop instantly blazed crimson, and a slight movement of his head made it show all the colours of the spectrum with extraordinary purity, from a red almost too deep to be seen through all the others to the ultimate violet and back again.
I'll turn over a new leaf.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!
Basked in the sun,listened to birds,licked off raindrops,and only in flightthe leaf saw the treeand graspedwhat it had been.
The leaf, still green, must someday fall such grief and joy to live at all.
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.