Quotes About Wind

Through the mountains you go as a breeze comes

I am not a gentle shepherd like the ones in fairy tales, but a good woodsman who shares with you earth, wind, and moutain thorns.

I have said that you sang in the wind like the pines and like the masts. Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage. You gather things to you like an old road. You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices. I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul.

Si consideras largo y loco el viento de banderas que pasa por mi vida y te decides a dejarme a la orilla del corazón en que tengo raíces, piensa, que en ese día, a esa hora, levantaré los brazos y saldrán mis raíces a buscar otra tierra.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.

The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.

Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

Yaln?z bir yer, daha önce söz ettim bu yapayaln?z yerden, burada toprak okyanusla dolu, burada kimse yok, yaln?zca at izleri, kimse yok, yaln?zca rüzgar, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizin sular?na yaÄŸan yaÄŸmur, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizde artan yaÄŸmur.

Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude, hour that is mine from among them all! Hunting horn through which the wind passes singing. Such a passion of weeping tied to my body.

Si diffonda nella crisi, in altra genesi, nel cataclisma, il corpo di colei che amo, in ossidiana, in agata, in zaffiro, in granito flagellato dal vento del sale d'Antofagasta.

The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Mas se amo os teus pés É só porque andaram Sobre a terra e sobre O vento e sobre a água, Até me encontrarem.

Winds shook me apart piecemeal, flung a bone here, a bone there. My eyes became snow, my hair turned to ice; I heard it chime against my shoulders like wind-blown glass. If I spoke, words would fall from me like snow, pour out of me like black wind.

This bond I draw between you: that though you are parted in mind or in body, there will be a call in the core of you, one to the other, that nothing, no one else will answer to. By the secrets of earth and water, this bond is woven, unbreakable, irrevocable; by the law that created fire and wind this call is set in you, in life and beyond life . . .

Euphemia's eyelashes were blown back into her eyes, and her hair was whipped about until it all came down and streamed out behind her.

So the sun went behind a cloud, and the wind blew until it was almost a tornado, but the harder it blew, the tighter the old man clutched his coat to him. Finally, the wind calmed down and gave up, and then the sun came out from behind the clouds and smiled kindly on the old man. Presently, he mopped his brow and pulled off his coat. The sun then told the wind that gentleness and friendliness were always stronger than fury and force.

Langdon] thought about all the religions of the world, about their shared origins, about the earliest gods of the sun, moon, sea and wind. Nature was once the core. For all of us.' - p. 456

The cries of hopelessness against the howling wind of the Pyrenees and the soft sobs of forgotten men.

Outside, the sleet had gotten thicker. You could hear it pebbling against the large glass windows, you could see it swirling wildly through the spotlights of street lamps. It was the kind of night when you might expect to see a skeleton flying through the air, its ragged black shroud flapping in the wind.

There is the sudden sound of pennants stirring on their staffs as the wind comes up.

Years vanish. Months collapse. Time is like a tall building made of playing cards. It seems orderly until a strong gust of wind comes along and blows the whole thing skyward. Imagine it: an entire deck of cards soaring like a flock of birds.

Captain Ayers reported that lightning struck his house first, and then the tornado wrecked it. Since the wind blew all of his books, papers, and clothing away, the Captain "consoled himself with the thought that some poor stranger could enjoy a clean shirt and respectable literature.

Germany's Energiewende, the "energy turn"—which aimed to replace conventional energy with wind and solar. The generous subsidies from the feed-in tariffs speeded renewable deployment, while also leading to the highest residential energy prices in the European Union.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.