Branches Quote by Charles Dickens

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead…

— Charles Dickens

“A full moon, although less splendid than that earlier on,lit everything around. Before I reached the point where I would have to leave the…

— Saramago, José

There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had…

— Elizabeth Gaskell

“The light faded slowly, retreating through the trees. The thick mossy trunks grew dense with shadow, edges still rimmed with a fugitive light that…

— Diana Gabaldon

“The moon grew plump and pale as a peeled apple, waned into the passing nights, then showed itself again as a thin silver crescent…

— James Carlos Blake

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

“The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.”

— Stephen Crane

The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered…

— James Carlos Blake

“Winter passed, suns and moons, and in the heat of summer each tree leaned across the stream and enmeshed its young foliage with the…

— Harper Fox

The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where on the…

— George MacDonald

“The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of twilight. The early moon had drenched the arches with…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“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