Quotes About Rustling

His fur prickled deliciously in the light wind, and the rustling leaves seemed to whisper his name into the shadows.

Through the trees there is the sound of the wind, palavering...

God appears as a gentle rustling, not as a package of fire, floods, and earthquakes.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

Think I could get a job rustling cattle?" "Rustling? That's stealing." "Oh. I mean taking care of them." "You'd better learn your terms before you apply.

Dream Song: In the heavens A noise, Like the rustling of the trees.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

Do you hear anything? Ashley whispered. No! Why? I asked. Do you hear something? I thought I heard a noise, she replied. Kind of a rustling. Ashley sounded a little nervous. That made me even more nervous!

the whole thing guarded by a tall, thick hedge of fuchsias that rustled mysteriously with birds.

fluffy oak trees.

Words being but a breath, the stir of awakened minds is like the rustling of leaves.

They start setting up on a little left stage playing my secret favorite song: the rustling of sheet music and set lists, the coughing and quiet warm-up, the tuning of instruments, squeak of speakers and amps, the last rags on cigarettes and popping of knuckles.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

A brief rustling that broke off short, as if startled at itself, then deadly silence, that agonising, watchful hush, fraught with its own betrayal, that stretched each minute to an excruciating eternity.

I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!

She heard a scrape, and then a rustling sound.

Okay, let me get a pen." There were rustling noises. "I can't find one." More noises. "Okay,shoot." "You found a pen?" "No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it." Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop.

fortunately it came out as a mere breath of sound. Another body turned over, rustling

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

It was partly the buzz you get at any big fight but also there was the build-up of static brought on by the rustling of pacamacs, and which had on occasion, so they said, given rise to the appearance of ball-lightning at these events.

Don't you have any clothes?" "Quite honestly, no I don't." "Cover yourself up!" "Fine." There was a rustling sound. "Okay I'm covered. I had no idea you were such a prude.

brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves.