Branches Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

— William C. Bryant

Sad soul that which meets only tears in love; sad the flowerless tree with no sky with peace rains; sad the bird that shall…

— Mariana Fulger

We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is…

— Edwin Arnold

The saddest birds a season find to sing,The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,That men may hope…

— Robert Southwell

Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and…

— George Eliot

Broken dreams, New or old, Crumble like dust, Beneath heavens fold, True beauty, Lies within, the saddest tears, of painful sin

— Victoria Dawn Monks

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words…

— Dante Alighieri

February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the…

— Boris Pasternak

Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter -- to all these music gives voice, but in such a way that we are transported from the world…

— Albert Schweitzer

“I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death's silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United…

— C.L. Wilson

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

— Washington Irving

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

— Charles Kuralt