Quotes About Bare Branches

#1. He had done nothing on Christmas day, just wandered around outside in the frozen woods. Hard ground, chill winds and bare branches that looked like they'd been dipped in sugar. None of it seemed real, like walking around in a desolate dream, but one he didn't want to wake up from.

R.D. Ronald

#2. The December days had a certain luminosity and sparkle, like frost on bare branches, alight in the morning just before it melts. Mabel

Eowyn Ivey

#3. His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The sun was setting on another day in Laurel Cove, though he couldn't help but wonder what was rising on the horizon.

Teresa Tysinger

#4. There is lace in every living thing: the bare branches of winter, the patterns of clouds, the surface of water as it ripples in the breeze ... Even a wild dog's matted fur shows a lacy pattern if you look at it closely enough.

Brunonia Barry

#5. It was a day in March, and the sky was a faint green with the first hint of spring. In Central Park, five hundred feet below, the earth caught the tone of the sky in a shade of brown that promised to become green, and the lakes lay like splinters of glass under the cobwebs of bare branches.

Ayn Rand

#6. Above us hung a tapestry of silver and gold and palest green that in my world had faded into white: a great oak so entwined with ivy it had died, its bare branches pushing through the leaves like bone. I stared at the roses, wanting to hold my hands to such red, but like the light, they burned cold.

Patricia A. McKillip

#7. I watch a white landscape that turns pale green, dark green, yellow and red, brown under bare branches, until snow falls again.

Donald Hall

#8. Willow trees dipped their bare branches into pond water like girls testing the temperature with their toes.

Elizabeth Berg

#9. Aren't you afraid of death, oak? How can you speak so casually about it?'
The trees creaked their bare branches until it seemed to Geno that they must be laughing.
'Death?' they said. 'How is it death to return to earth again? Our seed can grow from us. We shall return.

Felix Salten

#10. Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but surging ... I suppose it's lust, but it's awful and holy like thunder and lightning and the wind.

Marion Milner

#11. The courtyard kept changing, dazzling her with the flowers that bloomed between one day and the next, with the bare branches of trees that were swollen with the buds of new leaves and then fuzzed with green. Every day, she drove a familiar road through a new place.

Anne Bishop

#12. Perhaps the House had heard Harvey wishing for a full moon, because when he and Wendell traipsed upstairs and looked out the landing window, there
hanging between the bare branches of the trees
was a moon as wide and as white as a dead man's smile.

Clive Barker

#13. Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the wind through bare branches on a cold winter afternoon. Fate. Both my anguish and my solace. My escort and my cage.

Leslye Walton

#14. The later rain,
it falls in anxious haste
Upon the sun-dried fields and branches bare,
Loosening with searching drops the rigid waste,
As if it would each root's lost strength repair.

Jones Very

#15. You should see all the negative things that the Romanian press writes about me.

Victor Ponta

#16. On the hill behind her crows flew one by one into the bare trees, arranging their dark blots in the scrim of branches and adding their warnings to the drear sounds of this day. Gone, gone, they rasped. Here was a dead world learning to speak in dissonant, unbearable sounds.

Barbara Kingsolver

#17. Who's this?" Dad asks when a catchy tune comes on the CD mix I made for the trip. We pass the skeleton tree that never has leaves, no matter what the time of year. Bare gray branches wave us on. "No one you know Dad," I say. It's me.

Cath Crowley

#18. The Labor Party is a party with no ideals, regulations or laws, and it is a party I will not be a part of.

Ami Ayalon

#19. I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#20. Anne, on her way to Orchard Slope, met Diana, bound for Green Gables, just where the mossy old log bridge spanned the brook below the Haunted Wood, and they sat down by the margin of the Dryad's Bubble, where tiny ferns were unrolling like curly-headed green pixy folk wakening up from a nap.

L.M. Montgomery

#21. Mima. No despair. She was dying, and there was not one sign of despair in her dancing eyes.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#22. The most difficult thing about being well known? Getting out of a hotel room at 4am.

Jack Nicholson

#23. As far as he could see, bare skeletal branches clawed at the sky in supplication as if pleading their gods for forgiveness for their sins. He grunted softly. Don't hold your breath.

Pete Kahle

#24. Rough wind, the moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main, Wail, for the world's wrong!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#25. Tidiness is a virtue, symmetry is often a constituent of beauty ...

Winston Churchill

#26. When Pisces go to war, there's never a shortage of broken hearts.

Phil Volatile

#27. I love the idea that a family doesn't need so much stuff to be whole, that perhaps there are other ways to feel full.

Kerry Cohen

#28. I love when people are coming up and they're working hard and you can see that they're really focused on the process to their music. I really dig that. As a musician, it's nice to see people who really care about the process.

Amos Lee

#29. He picked her up. Picked her up and carried her, as if she were Scarlett O'Hara and he were Rhett Butler, if Rhett had been the kind of guy to go down on Scarlett in a doorway. Which, let's be honest, he probably was.

Ruthie Knox

#30. A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story.

Diane Setterfield

#31. Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.

George R R Martin

#32. Iran has to live up to its international obligations ... The president has said that our patience is not unlimited.

Barack Obama

#33. A lot of people think I'm difficult to work with. It's not like I really want to do that much stuff, so it doesn't really matter. I guess I'm somewhat difficult when it comes to comedy.

Norm MacDonald

#34. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

Ernest Hemingway,