Quotes About Wind

Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee Till the flesh drops from your bones For the girl you have in that merry green land Can wait forever for you to come home. And the wind did howl... and the wind did moan...

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee...

Wind swept dark tatters across a sky rippling with luminous cloud from horizon to horizon like a well-muscled torso, bringing with it the smell of dust and grass and a sweetness she could not identify.

Beeches were rare north of the Humber, and she loved the way they whispered in the wind, like women before they fell asleep.

She opened her mouth and let the wind take her breath away.

Gods were like the flotsam that washed up with the waves, always coming and going, and those big enough to remain gradually were worn away by wind and water and time.

A memory of stretching like a dog, the push of feet on turf and flash of teeth flicked across her mind like a leaf on a gust of wind. She tried to catch it back, but it was gone.

STORM ENDING by Jean Toomer Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . Full-lipped flowers Bitten by the sun Bleeding rain Dripping rain like golden honey— And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.

Only the wind shatters the silence. I have been here before choking in solitude.

Non è panno questo, ma gloria: come soffia un po' di vento vola via.

P]eople think that the human brain is in the head. Nothing of the sort; it is carried by the wind from the Caspian Sea.

A sudden presence like a burst of song, like the wind singing in a burning building, a glance that holds the world and all its seas and mountains dangling in the air, body of light filtered through an agate, thighs of light, belly of light, the bays, the solar rock, cloud-colored body, color of a brisk and leaping day, the hour sparkles and has a body, the world is visible through your body, transparent through your transparency,

Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.

Fame is like dust in a gusty wind. You never know in which way it is blowing. If you ever face the gust of the wind, don't get carried away.

When it's this windy doesn't it seem impossible to grow old?

In the feeble glimmer of that light, we spent a sleepless night, all thinking of the same thing, the death that was concealed across the threshold of the coming dawn. Although the wind blew in through the cracked windowpanes, we thought that we would suffocate. "Enemy" planes flew overhead. The eerie wail of sirens went through the camp. Finally, the pale day broke.

Dziwne - jej my?li owiewaj? ca?? okolic?. Wiatr - mówi jaki? g?os w jej g?owie, zapewne w?asny. Wiatr to jest wzrok umar?ych, kiedy patrz? na ?wiat stamt?d, gdzie s?.

At the bridge the wind hits both of them like a kind of lady boxer.

Laughter and tears are meant to turn the wheels of the same machinery of sensibility; one is wind-power, and the other water-power; that is all

When the autumn wind Blows down from Tokiwa Mountain, My body fills, as if blushing, With the color and scent Of pine.

I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

How cruel of you. What part of what you see here is carefree? If only you could understand the sadness of the ones who grow the delicate flowers of buffoonery, protecting them from but the slightest gust of wind and always on the verge of despair!

I shall become nothing, the wind, the sky.

Just outside the apartment window was a kite caught in the telegraph wires; blown about and ripped by the dusty spring wind, it nevertheless clung tenaciously to the wires, as if in affirmation of something. Every time I looked at the kite I had to smile with embarrassment and blush. It haunted me even in dreams.