Quotes About Rustle

Did you leave behind you your love, my heart, and miss peace through all your days? And is the path you followed lost and forgotten, making your return hopeless? I go roaming listening to brooks' babble, to the rustle of leaves. And it seems to me that I shall find the way, that reaches the land of lost love beyond the evening stars.

THESE little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

and could hear her susurrus breath sounding like leaves stirring

the rustle of yellow skirts and the scent of lemon verbena.

New warmth stirred the air, and the wheat moved and eddied, with a whispered rustle, as if waking up.

only the rustle of those colours waving in the air, impenetrable, lighter than nothingness

She heard the rustle of the tarp beneath him

Wind of the night, Questing, swaying, calling, Rustle of dull grasses, Why do you trouble me?

Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling of reckless extravagance.

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

One magician demanded I show him an image of the love of his life. I rustled up a mirror.

glassy rustle which was the East River somewhere close by

But the pinkness and whiteness of underskirts and camisoles, the frilliness of foundation garments, the rustle about the bustle and the fuss about the bust.

Yes, well, irony is no protection when you can feel the breeze from his scythe on your skin and hear the rustle of his wings.

the incessant seethe of grasses

Above his monotonous voice one could hear, now and again, a little wind stray through the drying leaves of the trees. A leaf or two might flutter down, and scratch against the bark of trunk or boughs with a crackling papery rustle.

Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling

In school, I could hear the leaves rustle and go on a journey.

The city hummed and rustled with secret life.

Success soon palls. The joyous time is, when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.

There was an edge to this darkness.... A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

The wind combs the heather and gorse with a low ceaseless rustle. Its smell has a sweetness almost too cold to catch. The sky is a fine-grained gray, and from somewhere in its heights a bird sends down a pure wild whistling.

And Oliver, rising, could hear the rustle of the dress of the Duchess as she came down the passage.