Imperialism leaves behind germs of rot which we must clinically detect and remove from our land but from our minds as well.
The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.
Cultivate the root; the leaves and branches will take care of themselves.
A good runner leaves no footprints.
An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.
The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.
No two leaves were alike, and yet there is no antagonism between them or between the branches on which they grow.
Every book leaves its mark on you. It might leave you hungry for that kind of book or you may be satiated, and you're eager to read something else. It might send you in a completely different direction. I love that about reading.
We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean "waves," the universe "peoples. " Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe.
the lesson of the falling leaves the leaves believe such letting go is love such love is faith such faith is grace such grace is god i agree with the leaves
I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes. I'm constantly singin' them down home blues, and not many people knows That leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as I know it. . . And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet.
The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.
Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say
Even when you go up ramp, and you think about [Franklin D. Roosevelt] wheeling himself up, you know, got a little cigarette holder in his mouth, and it, that, that awe that you feel, that reverence that you feel for the place never entirely leaves.
Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.
Bring awareness to the many subtle sounds of nature - The rustling of leaves in the wind, Raindrops falling, The humming of an insect, The first birdsong at dawn.
If anyone ever asks you what panic is, now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.
He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.
Maybe all the secrets of life were written on the surface of leaves, waiting to be translated. If I touched them long enough, I might be given some information no one else had.