The failure to dissect the cause of war leaves us open for the next installment.
She day-dreams just as I do. She is addicted to her solitude just as I am. She loves watching the rain-drops fall slowly on to the green leaves of an old guava tree just as I do. She loves drifting in...
(pl. ) of Leaf
(n.) pl. of Leaf.
Every job leaves its residue, a bit of extra knowledge, a new skill-set.
I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.
Every animal leaves traces of what it was man alone leaves traces of what he created.
Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!
Wisdom prepares for the worst, but folly leaves the worst for the day when it comes.
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.
One change always leaves the way open for the establishment of others.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
There's never been a better time to let the leaves of mediocrity fall from your tree of life.
Live in moments that consume your heart and mind, but be distracted by the music from the leaves, birds, wind, rain, sun and people
He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly...
I made myself a glass of chocolate milk using enough syrup for three normal glasses. I also made myself four peanut butter crackers. Then I walked out the living room door to our terrace. The trees we...
The true order is what the wind creates by scattering the leaves.
In the summer heat the reapers say, We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.
Not a hundred feet away the river roared over a cliff's-edge, and we weren't really leaves, even if I'd been careful to forget that.
Not a hundred feet away the river roared over a cliff's-edge, and were weren't really leaves, even if I'd been careful to forget that.
Leaves leave this world in beautiful fall colors and songs.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow…There must be reasons why the leaves decay.(From Auden's If I Could Tell You
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