Quotes About Wind

Even though I love solar and love wind, like most people do, I like the renewable sources, they alone are not going to get America energy independent.

Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.

The Arboretum's overgrown grass rustled. The branches of an apple tree shook as though an animal had jumped from one to the next. A wind slid up my thighs, in the night, under my short nightgown. Crickets and cicadas made a sound like distant laughing children, the laugh track to a sitcom that didn't end. It was like the grass was full of tiny giggling babies. So beautiful, and creepy.

My head was so light. Wind sang through the field grass. The same wind brushed hair off my face, soft as my mother's hand, and when the falling snow started to clump into flakes, each thick flake came down with the love of a frozen kiss, like somebody was saving up, freezing their warm love for later.

The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart

The scene of hope's ahead; look, April, and next month with a softer wind, maybe they'll rest upon their land, and then maybe the happy song, and love, a tall boy who was never in a tunnel.

Love is like a chilly wind. You are unlikely to tell when it started and when it's going to end.

Mastering time is similar to an individual who's trying to predict the direction in which the wind will blow.

Time cannot be mastered, just like the unpredictable wind that leaves us wondering which direction it is going to blow next.

Does sound have rhythm? Does it rise and fall like the ocean? Does sound come and go like wind?

The Essence of Belonging: …You persist, And a clean wind measures your persistence. Along a cleavage in space the day becomes, And you conspire in the invention of belonging, Radiant, jealously imagined, estranged from time, And to the crowded habitation of the mind You bring a solitude, a mere and sensual silence In which the essence of belonging belongs.

dar ruzgare fetneh,dastha por kolah va sarha bikolah ast

Biblical conception of the world: (1) waters above the firmament; (2) storehouses of snows; (3) storehouses for hail; (4) chambers of winds; (5) firmament; (6) sluice; (7) pillars of the sky; (8) pillars of the earth; (9) fountain of the deep; (10) navel of the earth; (11) waters under the earth; (12) rivers of the nether world.

Part of you is the wind," he murmured. "Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests." Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. "Then consider me an endless storm.

Out of a still, clear day, the wind suddenly picked up. It bowed the grass in his direction, unaccountably lifting his spirits and making him think that maybe she hadn't minded his devotion, after all.

But the photograph hints, too, at another story. I can see it in the tall grass brushing her ankles, the blades bent as if moved by wind.

The storm raged with renewed power. Visibility was zero. The general lassitude of all members of the party was still very much in evidence." All the world was snow and wind, and there appeared no escape from its hold.

"Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind, Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind, Now slip, now slide, now move unseen, Above, beneath, betwixt, between." Something huge touched him, brushed him from head to feet, and he shivered. His hair prickled, and his skin was all gooseflesh.

Window panes that rattled under the lash of the wind for two months on end, rain that leaked beneath the doors, her husband out and drinking, electricity cut off and the radio shut down, the boredom, the quiet and incredible loneliness - Margaret Looney would remember when she first discovered love and wonder at how immense it must have been to be lasting so long.

The wind was coming mostly from the south. Villeneuve gave the order to sail at 6 a.m.

Wind was a major factor. Even a light breeze could upset the invasion barges,

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

Move fluidly by earth of water and stop to listen to the wind as it whispers your whereabouts. . . Savour the path and enjoy the sun.