Does a caterpillar sit on the same leaf when it's a butterfly? No! It goes for a little fly and sees something of the world. Does the tadpole stay in the same pond once it's a frog? No! It stretches its legs, goes for a jump, explores other waters. D...
Does a leaf, when it falls from the tree in winter, feel defeated by the cold? The tree says to the leaf: "That’s the cycle of life. You may think you’re going to die, but you live on in me. It’s thanks to you that I’m alive, because I can br...
A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot On my bed, my green comforter draped over my knees like a lumpy turtle, I think about the Berlin Wall of years that separates us. In my own life, the years a...
Lola writes in her notebook: Leaf-fleas are even worse. Someone said, They don't bite people, because people don't have leaves. Lola writes, When the sun is beating down, they bite everything, even the wind. And we all have leaves. Leaves fall off wh...
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
Preoccupied with a single leaf you won't see the tree.
I just need to sit, think, write and read.
A leaf cannot return to the bud - bluestar to fireheart and greystripe
Like a feather in the air,Like a leaf in the sea,I surrender to thee,I surrender to thee.-RVM
As the country now turns a new leaf, our ambition is to give hope to each and every Afghan.
Only with a leaf can I talk of the forest,
As the leaf takes its time finding the ground so must I.
I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.
I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through.
My end goal in the piano is to play Scott Joplin's 'Maple Leaf Rag.'
If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?
No life form on this planet undergoes such a slow and graceful death as the tobacco leaf.
The leaf of the camomile, parboiled in water, conduces to calm. And yet I do not worship it.
You, the unhappy young! Try to take a leaf out of the old happy’s book!
