Branches Quote by Charles Dickens

The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as…

— Patience Strong

“The whistle dropped from the branch's spindly fingers like a black cocoon, a pendulum of secret music; the wind pushed sound soundlessly around.”

— Karen Russell

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in…

— Elizabeth Goudge

The wind shrieks, the wind grieves; It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again; And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams…

— Conrad Aiken

“It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan…

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

“They fluttered and rustled ceaselessly through the air from all the tree-tops and branches. A delicate silvery sound was falling constantly to earth. It…

— Felix Salten

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush…

— John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high,…

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“scattered cracking sounds bristling gaps in the wood every now and then the red mark of a gunshot splinters of a language forgotten or,…

— Lorand Gaspar

Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping willow --…

— Ted Kooser

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of…

— Octavio Paz