“In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.”

“Don't you know I'm still standing, better than I ever did?
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid.
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind.”

“Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.”

“As a dancer he stands alone, and no singer knows his way around a song like Fred Astaire.”

“A life without love is like a tree without fruit.”

“Each time a woman stands up for herself, without knowing it possibly, without claiming it, she stands up for all women.”

“The leaves were still on the trees, but were becoming dry, perched like birds ready to fly off.”

“Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can hurt like hell.”

“No, this is how it works —
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again.”

“The maple tree that night
Without a wind or rain
Let go its leaves
Because its time had come.”