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Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
For you will become like an oak whose leaves are withered, like a garden without water.
- Isaiah 1:30
All the stars of heaven will be dissolved. The skies will be rolled up like a scroll, and all their stars will fall like withered leaves from the vine, like foliage from the fig tree.
- Isaiah 34:4
Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: As soon as its branches become tender and sprout leaves, you know that summer is near.
- Matthew 24:32
Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, He went to see if there was any fruit on it. But when He reached it, He found nothing on it except leaves, since it was not the season for figs.
- Mark 11:13
Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: As soon as its branches become tender and sprout leaves, you know that summer is near.
- Mark 13:28
A tree is honored for the size of its fruit, not the size of its leaves.
- Matshona Dhliwayo
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...
- Emily Bronte
The streets seemed to chafe the very air...and lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of that divine vitality which Clarissa loved.
- Virginia Woolf
It sharpened, it refined them, the yellow-blue evening light; and on the leaves in the square shone lurid, livid - they looked as if dipped in sea water - the foliage of a submerged city.
- Virginia Woolf
The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.
- Charles Dickens
The heart beneath the breastbone pumping. The blood on its appointed rounds. Life in small places, narrow crannies. In the leaves, the toad's pulse. The delicate cellular warfare in a waterdrop. A dextrocardiac, said the smiling doctor. Your heart's in the right place. Weathershrunk and loveless. The skin drawn and split like an overripe fruit.
- Cormac McCarthy