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

“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 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

“Winter had long since come. It was freezing cold. Torn-up sounds and forms appeared with no evident connection from the frosty mist, stood, moved,…

— Boris Pasternak

“She pressed her fingertips to the cold glass. Outside the night was beautiful but frozen. The trees were still as statues. Above the trees…

— Nicola Cornick

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

“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 tiny silence, only the soft hum of the fluorescence. I thought of her in the cold ruined house, with night birds…

— Tana French The Likeness

“It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in…

— Guy de Maupassant

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

“Cold. Foggy cold. Soaking through fabric, biting into the skin, clutching the bones until flesh crawled. There was no moonlight, only orange, smoky lanterns,…

— Erik Tavares

“What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths…

— E. Nesbit