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Last updated on November 24, 2024.
The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.
Summer's the same, autumn is even more extreme. Then winter is when you sort of condense all of your ideas. You process all these things and you try to look for new concepts. In that sense, your intuition is in hibernation. What you fill up is your imagination; you fill up your memories there.
True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow. — © Edward Hoagland
True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
Association is the delight of the heart, not less than of poetry. Alison observes that an autumn sunset, with its crimson clouds, glimmering trunks of trees, and wavering tints upon the grass, seems scarcely capable of embellishment. But if in this calm and beautiful glow the chime of a distant bell steal over the fields, the bosom heaves with the sensation that Dante so tenderly describes.
Any view of the sciences that leaves Christ out of the picture must be seen as fundamentally deficient.
Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?
Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
The country is indebted, cloaked by an instability that discards the possibility of development and leaves it hostage to foreign financial markets.
The electron, as it leaves the atom, crystallises out of Schrodinger's mist like a genie emerging from his bottle.
I love the sound of the wind in the trees and the song of the birds and the shuffle in the leaves of my many woodland friends.
It's devastating when that happens, when someone just ups and leaves for no reason, but love does sometimes go wrong. — © Rebecca Serle
It's devastating when that happens, when someone just ups and leaves for no reason, but love does sometimes go wrong.
If someone leaves me a bad review, I briefly fantasize about pushing them down a well.
When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Freddie Green has been my right arm for thirty years. And if he leaves the band one day, I'll probably leave with him.
The human being places sexual intercourse above all other joys, but leaves it out of his heaven.
I still want to find a way that leaves people free to live their lives without telling them what to do.
Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
No doubt, I wont be believed, and thats all right, because, in a sense, it leaves me free in ways that belief would not.
Whenever there is a big difficulty, I don't make excuses. Instead, I say I will solve it even if everybody leaves.
I find that doing of the will of God leaves me no time for disputing about His plans.
Halfway measures, such as loincloths or fig leaves, remain more titillating than complete nudity.
Life doesn't take itself seriously for long. Joy leaves an imprint even in the hardest sorrow.
Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.
A strong work of art really leaves people speechless. They feel a little angry because they don't understand it.
Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks, meet at this or that delicious haunt of salubrity, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves, with grater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices?
The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.
The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light honey of blossoms and would not find them and later it would fall asleep on millennial marble, weakened by then, until the grip of the delicate, tenacious feet loosened and it fell, a thin leaf of premature autumn.
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship.
I pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face.
A discerning eye needs only a hint, and understatement leaves the imagination free to build its own elaborations.
Man the individual consoles himself for his passing with the thought of the offspring or the works which he leaves behind.
I don't have a fondness for movies, which leaves me stranded when it comes to cocktail party chat, but I prefer language and books.
The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society. — © Tom Schulman
Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society.
It'll leave you feeling hollow and helpless, and there is where you'll stay. Ain't it funny child, love sometimes leaves you as dead as yesterday.
I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.
I'm not suggesting that the play is without fault; all of my plays are imperfect, I'm rather happy to say-it leaves me something to do.
It's been a part of my entire life: I've wanted to be a wrestler since I was a little kid. I don't think that ever leaves you.
Once I fall in love, finishing a story leaves a hole in my heart. The characters become your friends.
You know it's time to start using mouthwash when your dentist leaves the room and sends in a canary.
I am a fruitarian and I will only eat leaves picked by virgins in the moonlight - Steve Jobs
Plutocracy too long tolerated leaves democracy on the auction block, subject to the highest bidder.
Nothing in life is more exciting and rewarding than the sudden flash of insight that leaves you a changed person .
Offering unequal leaves just reinforces the longstanding notion that parenting responsibilities aren't equal, and that doesn't help anyone. — © Christine Tsai
Offering unequal leaves just reinforces the longstanding notion that parenting responsibilities aren't equal, and that doesn't help anyone.
The man who leaves a woman best pleased with herself is the one whom she will soonest wish to see.
I've had success, but I'm still haunted by the fear of being hungry. Once you've lived it it never leaves you.
Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves.
Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father's home.
Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world because even your own shadow leaves you when you are in darkness.
Woods are rich with biodiversity and, above all, places of trees and light that spangles a thousand greens through the leaves.
When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.
God leaves to Man the choice of Forms in Government; and those who constitute one Form, may abrogate it.
To comprehend a man's life, it is necessary to know not merely what he does but also what he purposely leaves undone.
True friends don't say good-bye, they just take extended leaves of absences from each other.
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
Abundance is mine. I cannot be deprived of my supply. The trees do not lack for leaves, nor do the flowers fail to bloom.
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