Rustled Up Quotes

#1. Dry leaves rustled up against the walls and skittered away. It was that time of year when it could be hot or cold from day to day; it was neither summer nor fall. An in-between, liminal time. A border.

Anonymous

#2. One magician demanded I show him an image of the love of his life. I rustled up a mirror.

Jonathan Stroud

#3. Still leaning against the handrail, I studied the firefly. Neither I nor it made a move for a very long time. The wind continued sweeping past the two of us while the numberless leaves of the zelkova tree rustled in the darkness.

Haruki Murakami

#4. Fasting is the first principle of medicine.

Rumi

#5. As she ran her gown rustled softly like the wind in the flowering borders of a river.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#6. Nothing from the summer carries more lasting allure for me than the memory of sitting with Ruth on the bank of a stream on campus, taking turns reading aloud from the books we held on our laps, while the wind wet leaves gossiping in the old trees above us and the creek rustled in its stony bed.

Scott Russell Sanders

#7. I love babies - I love being with them. As for acting with them, it's kind of hard because they don't know how to act.

Tim Daly

#8. Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling of reckless extravagance.

Tove Jansson

#9. The tree leaves rustled like that noise e-books make when you turn the page.

Daniel Nayeri

#10. It was ideal apple-eating weather; the whitest sunlight descended from the purest sky, and an easterly wind rustled, without ripping loose, the last of the leaves on the Chinese elms.

Truman Capote

#11. Curiosity is the direct incontinency of the spirit.

Jeremy Taylor

#12. If you don't have that memory of being loved, you are condemned to search the world for something to fill you up.

Michael Jackson

#13. -Money? in a voice that rustled.

William Gaddis

#14. To cure worry, spend fifteen minutes daily filling your mind full of God. Worry is just a very bad mental habit. You can change any habit with God's help.

Norman Vincent Peale

#15. So I dipped into my childhood and came up with Nicky Deuce. I wanted him to get into a lot of mischief, like the time I taped a fork to a broom handle and cattle-rustled a steak off the barbecue of the next-door neighbor.

Steve Schirripa

#16. We'd get out of it." She stared at the huge bell for a moment and then added, "I hate the sound of that bell." A gusty breeze rustled the leaves and threw a lock of hair in her face. She brushed it back and turned away from the oak and the bell. "Over there" - she pointed

Michael J. Sullivan

#17. Because Banshees don't think much of medals!

Henry V. O'Neil

#18. The evening was still warm enough for shirtsleeves, and the city was clinging to summer like a wannabe trophy wife to a promising center forward.

Ben Aaronovitch

#19. I continue to say that I wish we had another word other than magic. It no longer means what we are doing or we are attempting to do. We have to find another terminology. Magic is first and foremost a way of belief.

Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki

#20. His grip slackened. His last breath rustled her hair. She felt his soul release its hold on the strands of the spiderweb that connected them, and it was like falling asleep in a monster's lair--frightened of the dark, but too tired to keep going.

Jimena Novaro

#21. The violence is the violence. I understand that we're sometimes squeamish about it, but I think that strength needs to be called on once in awhile, and sometimes that's the only thing that will work.

Greg Bryk

#22. The struggle for democracy has to be maintained on as many fronts as culture has aspects: political, economic, international, educational, scientific and artistic, religious.

John Dewey

#23. The sun shined and winked through wind-rustled leaves to paint the roadway with an ever-shifting mosaic of light and shadows.

Stackpole, Michael A.

#24. He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. "Amanda, do you trust me?"
"Of course not," she said. "I don't know the first thing about you."
Laughter rustled from his chest. "Sensible woman.

Lisa Kleypas

#25. Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.

William Faulkner

#26. My books rustled by like a military of ducks. My mother had never liked my books. She'd said they kept me from real life, by which I think she meant men, or money, or both. Always accusing things of precisely the crimes they hadn't committed.
(From the short story: Once an Empire)

Rivka Galchen

#27. It seems like everyone's got an agenda, and the agenda seems to be selling magazines or air time with sensational stories.

Scott Weiland

#28. Sky darkened rapidly, darker every second; the wind rustled the trees in the park and the new leaves on the trees stood out tender and yellow against black clouds.

Donna Tartt

#29. Take life slowly and deliberately, making sure to acknowledge the people who have helped you succeed along the way.

Ted Levine

#30. A strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and murk. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might've once been in these woods. Suddenly I was nostalgic for something I'd never knew.

Rick Riordan

#31. Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables.
("The Man Whom The Trees Loved")

Algernon Blackwood

#32. A book from a nearby shelf tumbled to the ground and the pages rustled a moment before settling. I bit my lip, debating. If this was a horror movie, I would be yelling at the stupid girl to run - but I ignored my own advice and walked towards the book.

Lani Woodland

#33. Behind the cool mask of bravado, past the one-way mirror of his mind, underneath the rock-solid layers of self-control, in the Zen garden that was Master Sewer's soul, a high-pitched anxiety fart rustled through the still leaves. If farts could talk, this one would have said, Damn coppers!

Sorin Suciu

#34. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die;

Mark Twain

#35. The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.

Cornelia Funke

#36. The reason is they failed to learned the primary lesson we should have learned from when Long Term Capital Management went belly up ten years ago. That is, investments that seem uncorrelated can be correlated simply because we're interested in it.

Richard Thaler