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“In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.”
― Amit Ray

“There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.”
― Wendy Delsol, Stork

“A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

“Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest,”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

“Feelings are real. They often become one鈥檚 reality. But they are not always based on truth.”
― Jesikah Sundin, Elements

“They tell you to turn into a new leaf and then complain about your faded colour.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Every story begins somewhere, some in the rain of forgotten yesterdays and some in the scent of autumn leaves...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Take what you have of what remains, take the colors of what is still left, for this is the flame that will set your soul ablaze before that moment comes when the leaf trembles shuddering in its last joy, the robin cries knowing it is the last song. Sing, Sing, O Sojourner, no season is meant to stay. The deeps are filled with a bitter sweet nostalgia... the cinnamon, nutmeg, cider roast smell, the earth sparkling, feasting on the colors, the grounds merry making as the leaves softly play, for this is the life's sacred performance art, as the earth is playing the grand finale before it slips in the winter's white silence....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Art is the Flower. Life is the Green Leaf.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“In this city of concave algae ponds,
my mother begins to plant bonsais, nettle and leaf: silk against the skin.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“When every leaf is shed, the branches still remain and faraway in the woods though a robin cries, the song still remains for as the days unwind, they bring you sadness in the moments that should have held joy....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The song of leaves as they fall, that life is to be celebrated, to fill your soul with colors, so they can ignite you when winter comes..”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I fetched a pair of metal tweezers from my pack and carefully plucked a leaf from the frost. It was lovely, segmented like a maple and white as the trunk and boughs, though it also had a coating of short white hairs, like some sort of beast. I placed the leaf within a small metal box I habitually use to collect such samples, many of which have found their place in the Museum of Dryadology and Ethnofolklore at Cambridge.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“And he said...

...even a leaf can fly if it so wishes.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“If you're not going to be nice, you can get off my leaf.”
― Francesca Gibbons, Beyond the Mountains

“Reasoning is never enchanting but aimless wandering is for the breeze flirts with the murmur of leaves and the eyes behold the virgin beauty of morn. The waves flirt with the shores for the sands call the waves to come home and there begins the gentle teasing of life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I live in my own world where the trees know me and the leaves whisper gently to my ears for this is home where there is no war with the world, only unending peace.....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Listen to the leaves for they sing the song of trees....how the trunk carries the story of the storms it withstood, the battles it fought with grace and silence yet stand tall, holding it in one piece....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Every twig, every leaf, a scholar, participating in this universal dialogue, a profound and ancestral communication.”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow

“Sometimes grief comes as the autumn leaf, unspoken, yet rain-washed, for the tears gather silently, not knowing how to speak.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The joy that awakens the creative core, resides in the tiniest of things such as raindrops dancing on the grass, or dewdrops sitting on the petals. There explodes the creative depth as the faintest light speaks of a morning burst, and the tide of unspoken emotions awakens a soul of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“As you take the river, the flow, the leaves, and the play of light into your soul, you become more of yourself. You become you.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The Leaf of a Tree as Bookmark for a Book...”
― Sino Melo

“The music is in the trembling of a leaf, the murmuring of a trunk of how it holds itself into the roots, yet reaches the sky to utter its dreams.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The music is in the trembling of a leaf, the murmur of a trunk of how it holds itself into the roots, yet reaches the sky to utter its dreams.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The seeds that grief had planted grew slowly as if God had nurtured them. From the deep, fresh leaves appeared, and buds broke, working wonders. Slowly, they uncurled, flooding the earth with scent and filling our cups with ecstasy.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“With a leaf, a flower, and a river in your soul, you will eternally remain fresh.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Loving earth, more of love flows out of me,
for in the leaves is music, in the flowers, a poem,
In the trees is a story of centuries of storms,
endured and stayed as secrets of ages.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Leaves sing the song of seasons, the song of change.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee