Quotes About Rustling

The Republicans find their faith imperiled by Barney Frank's marriage. There is always a shadow on the wall, a monster in the closet, a mysterious rustling in the teeming underbrush of the conservative Id.

Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.

From somewhere in the blue vault of heaven overhead came the joyous trilling of a lark, from below the silken rustling of the tideless sea.

spring rustling in the air, like a paper bag blowing along a concrete sidewalk.

This sheriff goes into a saloon and says, "I'm lookin' for a cowboy wearing a brown paper vest and brown paper pants.' He waited a beat, making sure Sara was listening. 'The bartender says, "What's he wanted for?" And the sheriff says, "Rustling.

The rustling of the leaves is like a low hymn to nature.

I met this cowboy with a brown paper hat, paper waistcoat and paper trousers. He was wanted for rustling.

The polite applause of aspens.

We topped a rise just then, and the moor stretched out ahead of us, silvery-white and rustling, like a wide ghostly sea. In the distance lay Grimsgrave Hall, black and hulking as a ship adrift on moonlit waves.

les feuilles faisaient du bruit comme une robe de faille.

As the frontier contracted and crimes such as rustling began attracting more official notice, "cowboy" became a generic term to describe habitual thugs or lawbreakers.

I rush to add that I find the Web infinitely useful for rustling up information, settling arguments or locating the legends of rock stars.

Fall has arrived and has already begun to put everything into a deep sleep; flies and other insects have suffered their first setback, and up in the trees and down on the ground you can hear the sounds of struggling life, puttering , ceaselessly rustling, laboring not to perish.

when he walks, he sounds like a tree still full of dead leaves holding on.

The attic smelled like dust and mice. Piper was sure she could hear faint scuttling sounds off in the shadows, feel beady eyes upon her. She hoped it was only mice and not something larger, something more dangerous. Was it more than rustling? Was that faint breathing she heard coming from the darkest corner, the place where no light touched?

there was such a lot of whispering that it sounded like a thousand leaves rustling at once!

There was a place where hundreds of snakes hissed and squirmed on stones, scraping and rustling their scales.

The instant of nature forming between them drained every drop from the walls of his life leaving behind just ghosts rustling like an old map.

Some say that without hope life is impossible, others that with hope it's empty. For me, since I've stopped hoping or not hoping, life is simply an external picture that includes me and that I look at, like a show without a plot, made only to please the eyes – an incoherent dance, a rustling of leaves in the wind, clouds in which the sunlight changes colour, ancient streets that wind every which way around the city.

The silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain.

Forcing himself to stop gawking up at it, he went trotting to the fallen intruder. "Wonder if the guy's dead." No—he was breathing. As Pete was bending to touch the unconscious man, he heard a rustling to his left. Someone was approaching him. A tall man in coveralls and a wide-brim hat. In his gloved hand he held a prop ray gun. Straightening up, Pete said, "You're Dangler, aren't you?

ABACTOR  (ABA'CTOR)   n.s.[Lat. abactor, a driver away.] Those who drive away or steal cattle in herds, or great numbers at once, in distinction from those that steal only a sheep or two.Blount.

There were hours when only the city talked to me, the great clattering, rattling, rustling city of New York, with its traffic forever clanking, even in the thickest snow, with its layers upon layers of voices and lives rising up to the plateau on which I lay, and then beyond it, vastly beyond it in towers such as the world before this time has never beheld.

The susurration of rushes and the hiss of sedges was swept on by the grasses and leaves of the trees and swiftly the soughing of cypresses and sallows sent the sound through the breeze.