Leaves In The Wind Quotes

Leaves In The Wind Quotes by Carl Sandburg, Humbert Wolfe, Anais Nin, Frederick Lenz, e. e. cummings, Henry Beston and many others.

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Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
Carl Sandburg
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
Anais Nin
A person without much power is easily influenced by others, whether they are physical or non-physical beings. Their life is easily ruined. They are blown around like a leaf in the wind.
Frederick Lenz
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
e. e. cummings
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
Henry Beston
The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. […] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.
Ray Bradbury
Caught like a leaf in the wind
Lookin’ for a friend
Where can you turn
Whisper the words of a prayer and you’ll find Him there
Arms open wide, love in His eyes
Jesus – He meets you where you are
Jesus – He heals your secret scars
All the love you’re looking for is Jesus
The friend of a wounded heart
Wayne Watson
Bring awareness to the many subtle sounds of nature – The rustling of leaves in the wind, Raindrops falling, The humming of an insect, The first birdsong at dawn.
Eckhart Tolle
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.
Wallace Stevens