Quote by Edith Wharton

“Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave.”

— Brandi L. Bates

“He was still climbing. Here and there doors opened revealing vast rooms, dormitories with heavy joists where bells were sleeping. A vague feeling stirred…

— Georges Rodenbach

“An orchestra of temple bells and chanting erupted suddenly like a pleasing drizzle.”

— Aporva Kala

“Even after the ringing stopped, the sound of the bell lingered through the evening gloom like the dust floating in the air.”

— Haruki Murakami

“Around them, sky and air wove the ancient song of the meeting place of earth and sea—wave-rush on the shore, gulls mewing and sobbing.…

— Harper Fox

“There was this hot, yellowy stillness the air always got in the minutes before the last bell, as if it were stiffening itself to…

— Garth Risk Hallberg

“Outside a pale dawn threaded the sky with silver.”

— Rene Denfeld

“Even the bells from the churches have a conversation, all ringing at once.”

— Barbara Kingsolver

“Like an ocean on fire, the red-tiled rooftops of Rome spread out before him, glowing in the scarlet sunset.”

— Dan Brown

“DOST thou not hear the silver bell, Through yonder lime-trees ringing? 'Tis my lady's light gazelle. To me her love thoughts bringing, — All…

— Thomas Moore

“...ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness.”

— E.E. Cummings

“...The silence of a place where there were once horses is a mountain and I have seen by lightning that ever mountain once fell…

— W.S. Merwin