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Tag Name "Leaves" (1482)

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Everybody that's an actor leaves it for a while 'cause they ain't got a job.
Wilford Brimley
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When everyone leaves you it's loneliness you feel, when you leave everyone else it's solitude.
Alfred Polgar
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When mourning the loss of our departed friends, I cannot help but think that in every death there is a birth the spirit leaves the body dead to us, and passes to the other side of the veil alive to that great and noble company that are also working for the accomplishment of the purpose of God, in the redemption and salvation of a fallen world.
Wilford Woodruff
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Hitler gave us orders - and we believed in him. Then he commits suicide and leaves us to bear the guilt. He should have remained alive to bear his share.
Wilhelm Keitel
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The commercial storm leaves its path strewn with ruin. When it is over there is calm, but a dull, heavy calm.
Alfred Marshall
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So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
Alfred Austin
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The skillful traveller leaves no traces of his wheels.
Laozi
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Any view of the sciences that leaves Christ out of the picture must be seen as fundamentally deficient.
William A. Dembski
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.
William Allingham
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
William Allingham
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In winter, play with the snow in summer, play with the Sun! Do not wait for something to come everything is already here! In autumn, play with the leaves, in spring, play with the flowers! In summer, don't wait for the winter in winter, don't wait for the summer! Everything is already here, in this present time you live in!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
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Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
William Blake
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The de facto censorship which leaves so many Americans functionally illiterate about the history of US foreign affairs may be all the more effective because it is not official, heavy-handed or conspiratorial, but woven artlessly into the fabric of education and media. No conspiracy is needed.
William Blum
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A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living color
William Bolitho
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Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Though leaves are many, the root is one Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
William Butler Yeats
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[T]he departing world leaves behind... not an heir, but a pregnant widow.
Alexander Herzen
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The Death of the contemporary forms of social order ought to gladden rather than trouble the soul. Yet what is frightening is that the departing world leaves behind it not an heir, but a pregnant widow. Between the death of the one and the birth of the other, much water will flow by, a long night of chaos and desolation will pass.
Alexander Herzen
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on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.
William Butler Yeats
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O would, beloved, that you lay Under the dock-leaves in the ground, While lights were paling one by one.
William Butler Yeats
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
William Butler Yeats
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For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.
William Butler Yeats
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A framed photo on a dusty bookshelf caught his attention he moved closer and picked it up silently. A small girl with long blond hair was standing under a tree, her face tilted up in delight as its feathery leaves brushed across her face, framing it. A willow tree. Willow.
L.A. Weatherly
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And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.
William Carlos Williams
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