A Quote by Virginia Woolf

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees 
 and changing leaves. — © Virginia Woolf
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.
The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.
There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.
Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest. The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves ... But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the ocean's bottom.
My parents lived very long lives. And good lives, too. They're great people, but good lives.
I love trees I have this thing for trees and the colors & changing of leaves. I love it I respect these kinds of things.
It is better to listen to a crow that lives in trees than to a learned man who lives only in ideas.
Children learn what they live. If a child lives with criticism... he learns to condemn. If he lives with hostility... he learns to fight. If he lives with ridicule... he learns to be shy. If he lives with shame... he learns to be guilty. If he lives with tolerance... he learns confidence. If he lives with praise... he learns to appreciate. If he lives with fairness... he learns about justice
In sharing how God is changing our lives, we find the lives of others changed as well.
I have said it somewhere - our literary lived lives are as important as our literally lived lives.
A great turning point is in the offing. The world is changing. It's changed before, but not for a long time in our lives, not since before our lives. But now it's changing, and there are many many possibilities.
The happiest marriages are full of alternative lives, lived in the head, unknown to the partner.
Public lives are lived out on the job and in the marketplace, where certain rules, conventions, laws, and social customs keep most of us in line. Private lives are lived out in the presence of family, friends, and neighbors who must be considered and respected even though the rules and proscriptions are looser than what's allowed in public. But in our secret lives, inside our own heads, almost anything goes.
We're in a crisis. We're in a crisis like I don't think America has ever known in my lifetime. But we have to keep joy in our lives, love in our lives, poetry in our lives, dancing in our lives.
In the daily lives of most men and women, fear plays a greater part than hope: they are more filled with the thought of the possessions that others may take from them, than of the joy that they might create in their own lives and in the lives with which they come in contact. It is not so that life should be lived.
The causal body is the part of you that lives forever. It is ancient and complicated. It has lived through countless lives in both this and in other worlds.
Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.
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