The love goes where it wants; you hear it rustling but you do not know where it's going and where it goes. — Aleksis Kivi Copy Share Image
“Words being but a breath, the stir of awakened minds is like the rustling of leaves.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I met this cowboy with a brown paper hat, paper waistcoat and paper trousers. He was wanted for rustling. — Chic Murray Copy Share Image
“there was such a lot of whispering that it sounded like a thousand leaves rustling at once!” — Enid Blyton Copy Share Image
“fortunately it came out as a mere breath of sound. Another body turned over, rustling,” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“not. Maybe it is the noise I’m making, maybe it is just a shift in the wind that carries the scent of… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“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.… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“His fur prickled deliciously in the light wind, and the rustling leaves seemed to whisper his name into the shadows.” — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
“Emotional illiterates, who don’t recognize the sound of a broken heart, will never be able to hear the subtle vibrations of love… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“A brief rustling that broke off short, as if startled at itself, then deadly silence, that agonising, watchful hush, fraught with its… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“I am captivated by the beautiful colors of Fall, Show me,show me, Show me All! Orange, yellow, purple, reddish-brown, And the rustling… — Charmaine J. Forde Copy Share Image
The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Happiness is the potential of sharing destiny and letting loose. We may see it burgeoning in the curve of a sensitive vibe… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“I paused to listen too. Dogs track by smell first, then sound and then sight. Humans are different but hearing comes second… — Jeffery Deaver Copy Share Image
“Indeed, everything that could hum, or buzz, or sing, or bloom had a part in my education--noisy-throated frogs, katydids and crickets held… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
“What was that sound? That rustling noise? It could be heard in the icy North, where there was not one leaf left… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
