Quotes About Wind

God is so faithful in the ways in which he makes grass grow and the winds blow that we can give detailed descriptions of the regularities. Scientists at their best are merely describing some of the regular ways that God comprehensively rules the world.

a companion had seemed unnecessary fuel when her body still burned at the core, waiting to ignite. But now, with the wind blowing icicles through her [Kit] veins, it felt like she, too, was in the grave. All her nuclear energy had been snuffed like a match between the night's icy fingers.

To by held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

Give me a few bits of wool to stick on the car, a good gust of mistral wind, and I could come up with a better aerodynamic package on the bridge at Avigon

En ese momento se dio la vuelta, como movida por una ráfaga de viento.

The idea of land 'ownership' as such was an alien one. A white farmer once told me of his grandfather going to see a local chief about buying some land. 'Buy land?' said the chief. 'You must be crazy, you don't buy the wind or the water or the trees.

En el cielo había nubes nocturnas, claras y teñidas por la luz amarillenta de la ciudad, con perspectivas negras hacia las estrellas. El viento era tan débil que en los árboles no se movían más que las hojas, y solamente las que estaban al final de las ramas.

All the atoms that were them, they've gone into the air and the wind and the trees and the earth and all the living things. They'll never vanish. They're just part of everything.

The land is an endless plain of yellow and pink. Even the slightest whisper of wind sends ripples of color shimmering across the land.

The ocean makes its music; the wind does its dance. We hold on. At first we hold on to one another, but then it starts to feel like we are holding on to something even bigger than that. Greater.

Human beings act very much like storms when there's something to say. Very rarely in nature does a deluge catch you by complete surprise. There are the signs before--the sky darkening, the wind picking up, the air smelling like rain even before a drop has hit.

I checked The Oxford Book of Canadian Short Stories out of the library. One of the entries in it is titled "The Day I Sat with Jesus on the Sundeck and a Wind Came Up and Blew My Kimono Open and He Saw My Breasts.

All the verdant growth had been left behind them to the south. Up ahead, the roads dissected what looked like a vast wasteland. Far in the distance rose a lone hill, upon which a Roman fortress held its place like a stone buzzard. The desert plain seemed to go on forever. And over it all, the wind moaned.

Un après-midi de janvier où la température était descendue à moins trente avec un vent à faire pleurer un ours polaire...

With that they, and many others, left the hall and joined the moving crowd in the street. The night was delightfully cool. Stars shone white in a velvet sky. The dry wind from mountain and desert blew in their faces. Pan

Jeff Bruce threw in. "Speakin' of winds, he's de wind and

The wind through the open windows had broomed out all the fetid feeling of absence and nothingness.

She was a wind on the ocean. She moved men, but the helm determined the port.

For if human, or superhuman, experience, and the tragic clash of personality can be expressed by plastic shapes, then one might half believe that these tortured trees had been bent by the wind into the spiritual shape of some old drama.

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

All men are not like trees. For some it is best to be moving where the spirit leads, like our cousin the wind.