A Quote by John J. Geddes

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

John J. Geddes

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Berries Hungry Kind Leaves Red Sparrows Winter

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John J. Geddes
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When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.

Alan Watts

Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star!

W. H. Davies

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

Johnny Mercer

A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.

E. Nesbit

The sparrows are preparing for winter, each one dressed in a plain brown coat and singing a cheerful song.

Charles Kuralt

You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry." I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover] argued.

Obert Skye

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

Jean Ingelow

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

Jean Ingelow

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Rumi

Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red

Tite Kubo

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

Wallace Stevens

If brandy was made out of sparrows there would soon be no sparrows.

Georg C. Lichtenberg

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.

Neil Gaiman

In the woods, if you stopped, if you grew still, you'd hear a whole new set of sounds, wind rasping through silhouetted leaves and the cries and chatter of blue jays and brown thrashers and redbirds and sparrows, the calling of crows and hawks, squirrels barking, frogs burping, the far braying of dogs, armadillos snorkeling through dead leaves.