Darkness Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

“A brisk wind wove through the bushes, twirling the leaves so that their pale undersides fluttered towards the sun. Like children thrust suddenly into…

— Kate Morton

“The low early sunshine was streaming through the wood and the grass was grey with dew and the cobwebs were like silver. Just beside…

— C.S. Lewis

“Dazed, she glanced around; the dark shapes of huge leaves reared above the denser dark of heavy pots, grouped upon a tiled floor. Moonlight…

— Stephanie Laurens

Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing…

— William Cowper

“The smell of cold, damp earth and wet layers of leaves hooks onto childhood memories and tries reeling them to the surface of my…

— Michelle Hodkin

For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Wind hissed through the leaves overhead, and for a moment it was like being underwater–the late afternoon light shining coral red through a canopy…

— Laird Barron

This constant stream of qualia we feel in our stomachs. The big-leafed plant lifts its wings to greet the planet's chemistry, the sun arrives…

— W. S. Di Piero

The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird, doubtless lovelorn,…

— Victor Hugo

“A canopy of sticky young leaves clung to the branches above him. There were startling yellow clouds of forsythia, trails of purple aubrietia; a…

— Rachel Joyce

“Autumn afternoon: a sycamore leaf falls softly and rests on its own shadow”

— Abbas Kiarostami

“In the spring, the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang. In the summer it…

— Anonymous