Leaf Quotes

“In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.”
― Amit Ray

“There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.”
― Wendy Delsol, Stork

“A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

“Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest,”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry (Green Integer)

“Feelings are real. They often become one’s reality. But they are not always based on truth.”
― Jesikah Sundin, Elements

“They tell you to turn into a new leaf and then complain about your faded colour.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Every story begins somewhere, some in the rain of forgotten yesterdays and some in the scent of autumn leaves...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Do something worthwhile. Something that would last after you’re gone. Be like a leaf, during spring and summer, it provides light to the tree. And in the fall,
it tumbles, carried by the river, to fulfill another sublime role.”
― Anoir Ou-chad, The Alien

“The leaves spring green tips floated by, caressing softly countless gentle beings”
― Jazz Feylynn

“Years come n go as we age,
Green is the youth, the fresh,
With time the green beckons
shade of gold, the golden era,
Alas! Nothing lasts forever,
Brown is the end for the leaf,
So is life for even the mighty,
That what begins has to end,
Gratifying what ends, begins
again for a new life, old love.
Generation to generation, Amen!”
― Mukesh Kwatra

“When the wind comes leaves get ready to take their first flight.”
― Anthony T. HIncks

“Each one desires to be a flower, but none wants to be a leaf.”
― Leo Patrick Lipana

“Take what you have of what remains, take the colors of what is still left, for this is the flame that will set your soul ablaze before that moment comes when the leaf trembles shuddering in its last joy, the robin cries knowing it is the last song. Sing, Sing, O Sojourner, no season is meant to stay. The deeps are filled with a bitter sweet nostalgia... the cinnamon, nutmeg, cider roast smell, the earth sparkling, feasting on the colors, the grounds merry making as the leaves softly play, for this is the life's sacred performance art, as the earth is playing the grand finale before it slips in the winter's white silence....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Art is the Flower. Life is the Green Leaf.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Each leaf tells us a story. The story of its struggle. The story of the storms that it faces in life.”
― Avijeet Das, Why the Silhouette?

“Each leaf tells us a story. The story of its struggle. The struggle against the storms that it faces in life.”
― Avijeet Das, Why the Silhouette?

“No, life's not wholly vanished here. / You only have to look for it, / behind, before, between these leaves, / above the broken ends of branches / where one small bluebird takes its pause...

(from Between These Leaves)”
― Robert J. Tiess, The Humbling and Other Poems

“The dead leaf comes to life with the wind! He ascends to heights he has never known; migrates to places he never knew; he encounters trees he has never heard of, meets oceans he has never seen! Death takes the soul of the leaf, but the wind gives him a soul again!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Let me ask you.... what pulls you into life ...when you gulp inside the hardest of ache...let me ask you.....how you still go on living... knowing the roots have grown so dull....let me ask you ....how you continue living...knowing every walk has become the hardest slog..... for beneath the leaves are the memories... you carefully pushed aside...let me ask you how you meet your eyes when all that you housed inside....is still breathing and burning you alive.....could it be a joy on the other side of loss....could it be a dream on the other side of despair.....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In this city of concave algae ponds,
my mother begins to plant bonsais, nettle and leaf: silk against the skin.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“When every leaf is shed, the branches still remain and faraway in the woods though a robin cries, the song still remains for as the days unwind, they bring you sadness in the moments that should have held joy....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The song of leaves as they fall, that life is to be celebrated, to fill your soul with colors, so they can ignite you when winter comes..”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I fetched a pair of metal tweezers from my pack and carefully plucked a leaf from the frost. It was lovely, segmented like a maple and white as the trunk and boughs, though it also had a coating of short white hairs, like some sort of beast. I placed the leaf within a small metal box I habitually use to collect such samples, many of which have found their place in the Museum of Dryadology and Ethnofolklore at Cambridge.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“And he said...

...even a leaf can fly if it so wishes.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“If you're not going to be nice, you can get off my leaf.”
― Francesca Gibbons, Beyond the Mountains

“Reasoning is never enchanting but aimless wandering is for the breeze flirts with the murmur of leaves and the eyes behold the virgin beauty of morn. The waves flirt with the shores for the sands call the waves to come home and there begins the gentle teasing of life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I live in my own world where the trees know me and the leaves whisper gently to my ears for this is home where there is no war with the world, only unending peace.....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Listen to the leaves for they sing the song of trees....how the trunk carries the story of the storms it withstood, the battles it fought with grace and silence yet stand tall, holding it in one piece....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Every twig, every leaf, a scholar, participating in this universal dialogue, a profound and ancestral communication.”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow