Quotes About Wind

Memory My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour—'T was noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May—The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes. That's the way it will be with our love for each other

From that day on, it was the desert that would be important. She would look to it everyday, and would try to guess which star the boy was following in search of his treasure. She would have to send her kisses on the wind hoping that the wind would touch the boy's face, and would tell him that she was alive.

Somewhere you are holding the person I love, the boy said. So, when I look out over your sands, I am also looking at her. I want to return to her, and I need your help so that I can turn myself into the wind.

the warrior knows that intuition is God's language and he continued listening to the wind and talking to the stars

The wind began to blow again. It was the levanter, the wind that came from Africa. It didn't bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish invasion. Instead, it brought the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the touch of a kiss—a kiss that came from far away, slowly, slowly, until it rested on his lips. The boy smiled. It was the first time she had done that. I'm coming, Fatima, he said.

Everything that could happen, but it never happened, eventually was taken away by the wind and leaves no trace.The life - this is our actions.

Anger is the wind which blows out the lamp of the mind.

Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.

Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is.

China. It happens to be the country that, by itself, consumes a quarter of all the electricity generated in the world. And its growing economy needs more electric generation capacity. Even as China continues to build out wind and solar at a rapid rate, it is also adding three new highly-efficient coal-fired plants a month.

THAT masquerade as summer in northern California, as the wind whipped across the long crescent of beach, and whiskbroomed a cloud of fine sand into the air. A little girl in red shorts and a white sweatshirt walked slowly down the beach, with her head turned against the wind, as her dog sniffed at seaweed at the water's edge. The little girl had short curly red hair

this empty act could no more be mistaken for a mother's touch than the wind that fills out some dress on a clothesline might be confused with an actual body.

One might think that a boy who was out in the snow for so long would get cold, but Max was not. He was warm, partly because he had on many layers, and partly because boys who are part wolf and part wind do not get cold.

He was warm, partly because he had on many layers, and partly because boys whoa re part wolf and part wind do not get cold.

The desert wind was strong, and the dust came over the street like fog. Still, two men were sweeping the road.

Los vientos y las olas siempre favorecen a los navegantes más hábiles. —EDWARD GIBBON

In the military, snipers were almost always deployed in two-person teams. A spotter added security and firepower, set up and calculated shots, kept on top of elements like wind that could vary shots. When the shooter got tired, which often happened because waiting to kill was an exhausting exercise, the team would switch roles and spotter would become sniper.

Living thing, does Entropy, my wicked Aunt, notice our joint conspiracy? Not yet, I think, for you are yet too small. Your puny struggle against her tide is mere fluttering in a great wind. And she thinks I am still her ally.

Scoprì immediatamente che, se manovrava le vele nel modo giusto, l'Albatro tagliava le onde come un coltello bene arrotato. Le corde scricchiolavano piacevolmente e la prora affilata sembrava sibilare, mentre puntava dritta a nord.

The trees' bony fingers make spell-casting gestures in the wind as they pass.

It's always the same sort of grim windy Northeast November day where if you were at home you'd be eating earth-tone soups in a warm kitchen, listening to the wind and glad of home and hearth.

Adjust. Adjust? Stay the same. No? Is not stay the same? It is cold? It is wind? Cold and wind is the world. Outside, yes? On the tennis court the you is the player: this is not where there is cold wind. I am saying. Different world inside. World built inside cold outside world of wind breaks the wind, shelters the player, you, if you stay the same, stay inside.

The sound of wind had become, for me, silence. When it went away, I was left with the squeak of the blood in my head and the aural glitter of all those little eardrums hairs quivering like a drunk in withdrawal.