A Quote by Frederick Franck

A single leaf falling autumn is everywhere. — © Frederick Franck
A single leaf falling autumn is everywhere.
The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death be like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.
What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,as if orchards were dying high in space.Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."And tonight the heavy earth is fallingaway from all other stars in the loneliness.We're all falling. This hand here is falling.And look at the other one. It's in them all.And yet there is Someone, whose handsinfinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
Handle even a single leaf of green in such a way that it manifests the body of the Buddha. This in turn allows the Buddha to manifest through the leaf.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
...he makes me feel out of control and out of my head. He is exhilarating and terrifying. I see and feel him everywhere, and I'm always grasping for equilibrium even when he's not there... I feel like I'm always falling in love, falling and falling and falling.
But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.
'Ever seen a leaf - a leaf from a tree?' 'Yes.' I saw one recently - a yellow one, a little green, wilted at the edges. Blown by the wind. When I was a little boy, I used to shut my eyes in winter and imagine a green leaf, with veins on it, and the sun shining ...' 'What's this - an allegory?' "No; why? Not an allegory - a leaf, just a leaf. A leaf is good. Everything's good.'
Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.
Every leaf knows that time is very short. All life must be lived before the autumn comes!
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