Quotes About Wind

The wind likes making jokes!

Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian's mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.

A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.

A man from a primitive culture who sees an automobile might guess that it was powered by the wind or by an antelope hidden under the car, but when he opens up the hood and sees the engine he immediately realizes that it was designed.

The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.

Fair stood the wind for France.

It was called Buys Ballot's law. In the Northern Hemisphere, if you stand with your back to the prevailing wind, the area of low pressure will be on your left and the area of high pressure on your right, because wind travels counterclockwise inward toward a center of low pressure. The directions are reversed in the Southern Hemisphere

Death does not come when the body is too exausted to live.Death comes because the brilliance inside of us can only be contained for so long.We do not die.We pass on.Pass on the life burning through our throats.When you leave me, I will not cry for you.I will run into the strongest wind I can find and welcome you home.

But you did summon the wind?" Sophie persisted. Flamel handed Sophie back her phone. "I just phoned in a request," he said, and smiled.

Just as the far higher power densities of coal made the industrial revolution possible, the far lower power densities of solar and wind would make today's high-energy, urbanized, and industrial civilization impossible. And, as we have seen, for some advocates of renewables, that has always been the goal.

now the wind that had raged round the castle had died down to a low moaning in the pine trees—a whimpering of time-worn agony.

Fick's eyes refocused, blinking from the cold wind of the incoming storm on his leathery face, he realized he was half-listening to some radio traffic. Something about some junior enlisted personnel caught fucking in the woods. Jesus Christ in an Alligator Fuckhouse, he thought, coming back from his unaccustomed philosophical maundering. What kind of goat-fellating third-world communist cock-suck military are they running around here?

You cannot kill a breeze, a wind, a fragrance; you cannot kill a dream or an ambition.

Se duc genii si durere, mor cuvinte si placere, generatii sub tacere, fum in vant, sub soare umbra.

This is your pilot, God speaking. I will be handling all of your problems today. I do not need your advice on exactly how to do my job. There may be turbulence along the way, but do not worry. I control the wind. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the life.

I became aware of a very peaceful atmosphere, which was not what I expected. I do not claim to be psychic, but I expected to pick up a trace of violence there. There was nothing, just the wind rustling the leaves, desolation and peace. All the action was long past and I could not recover any of it.

el viento que mordía hielo para soplar de noche.

La nuit était si sombre que l'eau des rivières se cognait aux pierres des montagnes et, au-delà des montagnes, Dieu, qui est parfois come un dentiste fou, avec la main du vent, arrachait les arbres avec leur racines.

The grass grows over the graves, time overgrows the pain. The wind blew away the traces of those who had departed; time blows away the bloody pain and the memory of those who did not live to see their dear ones again—and will not live, for brief is human life, and not for long is any of us granted to tread the grass.

The wind was against them now, and Piglet's ears streamed behind him like banners as he fought his way along, and it seemed hours before he got them into the shelter of the Hundred Acre Wood and they stood up straight again, to listen, a little nervously, to the roaring of the gale among the treetops. 'Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?' 'Supposing it didn't,' said Pooh after careful thought.

Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight; Spice it with love and stir it with care, And I'll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.

Potser el silenci per descobrir nous ritmes, potser la música per fer molt més intensos els ritmes del silenci. Els fulls dels llibres com un espai molt íntim que mai refusa. Del vent me'n quedo la inquietud que vibra a cada fulla. Pledejo encara, tossut i temerari, amb vells dimonis; un ritme greu compassa raonaments i dubtes. Amb les mancances m'he fet una cuirassa per sobreviure.

He heard someone playing an Andalusian guitar, the drumming of a thousand bat wings inside a dark cave. He heard an ancient lyre, the leaf of autumn falling to the ground, someone whispering "I love you". He heard the sound of winf, a beating heart, and a mother saying good night to her child.

Zveket stakla, posuda, svjetiljaka, stravi?na vika na polutamnoj verandi, a vani u no?i vjetar u kestenovima, cvr?ci, mjese?ina i rosnata, zelena, zvjezdana tišina.