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My mind is led astray by every faint rustle. -- Mason Cooley
In school, I could hear the leaves rustle and go on a journey. -- Clint Eastwood
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. -- Robert Green Ingersoll
Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows. -- Charles Buxton
My wife and I both love cooking - I am an advanced male - so we argue about who gets to rustle up dinner. -- Stephen Bayley
We always had chocolates and my mother was careful to make sure they were unwrapped in advance so the paper wouldn't rustle in the middle of a performance. -- Penelope Keith
I hope for the experience of people standing together, turning their backs to the city and facing this, and hearing the leaves rustle. Well, maybe it won't be as bucolic as at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, but I know you will feel removed from the city. -- Michael Arad
Every day or two, I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homeopathic doses, was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs. -- Henry David Thoreau
His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets. -- Dorothy Parker
Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper. -- Cornelia Funke
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. -- George R. R. Martin
Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing. -- Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
The night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; While the wavelets rustle before me With a mystical melody. -- Heinrich Heine
When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and rustle of the corn. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese. -- Hal Borland
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter. -- George Arnold

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