Quotes About Myrtles

As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.

On the grassy slope abot the inn, where the myrtles grew, Flavian Estemba sat like a piece of classic statuary, watching the last lights fade away from the apertures of the building below.

The bronze of the door is worthless, alas, to keep me from seeing her who comes by the walks of myrtles to search me out drunk with hatred and crazed by fate.

Among the myrtles the mantids moved, lightly, carefully, swaying slightly, the quintessence of evil. They were lank and green, with chinless faces and monstrous globular eyes, frosty gold, with an expression of intense, predatory madness in them. The crooked arms, with their fringes of sharp teeth, would be raised in mock supplication to the insect world, so humble, so fervent, trembling slightly when a butterfly flew too close.