Quote by Enid Blyton

“I recall the gentle whispers of the autumn wind and our long walks on crunchy leaves.”

— Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Words being but a breath, the stir of awakened minds is like the rustling of leaves.”

— Victor Hugo

“In the wind that ruffles through the trees I can find thoughts of you whispering to me”

— Richard L. Ratliff

“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

“Here the trees surrounded them with an invisible, anechoic blanket, so that every word seemed sucked into silence the moment it was uttered.”

— Arthur C. Clarke

“-you must Be the thing you see: You must enter in to the small silences between the leaves, take your time and touch the…

— John Moffitt

“fortunately it came out as a mere breath of sound. Another body turned over, rustling,”

— Diana Gabaldon

“I don't get it. It's a bunch of trees with leaves.”

— Cindy Woodsmall

“not. Maybe it is the noise I’m making, maybe it is just a shift in the wind that carries the scent of me—too human—across…

— Jodi Picoult

“It's like this enormous tree had just crashed through the house and I was picking up the leaves so no one would notice what…

— Ann Patchett

“...when he walks, he sounds like a tree still full of dead leaves holding on.”

— Zachary Schomburg

“It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.”

— Jessie Douglas Kerruish