Quotes About Wind

And I, tiny being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss. I wheeled with the stars. My heart broke loose with the wind from "Pablo Neruda and his passions," The New Yorker (September 8, 2003)

No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.

On the other side of the blaze, in the shadows thrown by the wind-bellowed flames, Emil caught movement down in the creek bed.

I went to the doctors the other day and I said, 'have you got anything for wind?' So he gave me a kite.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

At my age, I'm envious of a stiff wind.

I went to my doctor and asked for something for persistent wind. He gave me a kite. You see the trouble is he's very old fashioned. When he gives you an injection you have to bite on a bullet.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

And Smoke Girl. He who was mine said, One of them must have a name from where I come from. One must remind me of me. So he named Smoke Grl Khamseen, for the wind that blows fifty days.

The Apostle's robes billowed even though there was no wind. Pastor Bligh's robes were white and purple. Lavender and bleach. Detergent and antiseptic. The Apostle's black and red robes blew with flesh and blood, terror and magnificence.

As I recall, there was this one: I love it's gentle warble, I love it's gentle flow; I love to wind my tongue up; And I love to let it go.

Therefore we must be steadfast; we must be Constantines, stouthearted,13 and rocks, lest we "be carried about with every wind of doctrine" (Eph. 4:14).

There was no breath in him, no flush of blood, no taint of sweat or tears. Next to him, I felt the grossness of my own body, how more I was like the earth than I was like him. He was air and wind and cloud and bird; I was dust and worm.

She stood alone in the blustery wind, as cold in her heart as she was in her fingertips. Finally, moving like an old woman, she got on her mustang and started for home. A home without enough grass. A home with cattle so far from her cabin, it would be a life-and-death struggle to get to them through the winter. A home so lonely that Bailey, a woman who didn't cry let the wind cry for her.

Love is that to life, what wind is to a windmill.

Blow O wind to where my loved one is. Touch him and come touch me soon. I'll feel his gentle touch through you and meet his beauty in the moon. These things are much for the one who loves. One can live by them alone: that he and I breathe the same air and that the Earth we tread is one.

Then we have to run towards Nowhere, to shout that we want to keep the wind on the top of our palms so wrinkled by time, to look towards our Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one and say: This is your Accidental Occurrence, our Intended Destiny, such a sad Destiny as sad as your Accidental Occurrence was in this magical world of Knowledge! Then our Creating Factor will face our sacred self because it will face towards Him!

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire.

Love is like the wind. You cannot see it... But you can feel it.

Absence extinguishes small passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out a candle, and blows in a fire.

Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza." "Turn your ear to the wind," she interpreted. "Stand strong.

This world, it breathes you in, sniffs, it knows you, and then it breathes you out again, shares you. You're not contained here in this single place alone. The wind, time, it circles, repeats, teaches, reveals, some swaths cutting deeper than others. The universe knows. The universe has a long memory.