Leaves In The Wind Quotes by Ray Bradbury, Henry Beston, John Muir, Carl Sandburg, Anais Nin, e. e. cummings and many others.

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.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
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.
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
Thoughts come and go like leaves in the wind, but the core of consciousness is forever.