Quotes About Wind

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way. Would I could my own fire lend. What does your flickering portend?

Aunque entonces no lo sabía, yo estaba buscando el nombre del viento.

Cease these sweet words," I protested. "You seek to bend me to your will, but it will not work. Your flattery is naught to me but wind!

Una llamada de ayuda atrae a los depredadores como el olor de la sangre transportado por el viento.

No me digas palabras tan dulces -protesté-. Lo que quieres es que ceda a tu voluntad, pero no lo conseguirás. ¡Tus halagos no son para mí más que viento! Denna se quedó mirándome, como si quisiera asegurarse de que había terminado mi diatriba. -De entre todos los árboles -dijo esbozando una sonrisa con sus elegantes labios-, el sauce es el que más se mueve según los deseos del viento.

Things have changed. There are even fewer edges now than there were before. The world is less wild. There are fewer magics, more secrets, and only a handful of people who know the name of the wind.

Que extraño ver la luz que alumbra a los mortales apagarse día a día, saber que sus brillantes almas son yesca y que el viento encontrará su propia guía. Ojalá pudiera prestarles mi fuego. ¿que presagia tu parpadeo?

He called the wind and the wind came. It was magic. Real magic. The sort of magic I'd heard about in stories of Taborlin the Great. The sort of magic I hadn't believed in since I was six. Now I didn't know what to believe. So I invited him into our troupe, hoping to find answers to my questions. Though I didn't know it at the time, I was looking for the name of the wind.

No hay veleidad como la del viento o el capricho de una mujer.

For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him. He spoke to the wind and it cradled and caressed him.

He did not despair. For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him.

No fickleness in flight like that of wind or women's fancy,

So Taborlin fell, but he did not despair. For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him. He

The wind blew cold, and he was freezing, but he did not notice that he was freezing, for within him was a counterfrost, fear.

I was thinking about what a magical portal this lobby was when the heavy glass door opened as if swept by wind and a familiar figure in a black and scarlet cape entered. It was Salvador Dali. He looked around the lobby nervously, and then, seeing my crow, smiled. He placed his elegant, bony hand atop my head and said: "You are like a crow, a gothic crow.

A wind picked up and I could feel the sea within it.

Do not cast your boat on a river of tears, cried the tearing wind. Small hands are still, be still. She knelt then lay on her side, clutching a key, accepting kindness of endless sleep.

A sudden gust of wind shakes the branches of trees scattering a swirl of leaves that shimmer eerily in the bright filtered light. Leaves as vowels, whispers of words like a breath of net. Leaves are vowels. I sweep them up hoping to find the combinations I am looking for. The language of the lesser gods. But what of God himself? What is his language? What is his pleasure? Does he meld with the lines of Wordsworth, the musical phrases of Mendelssohn, and experience nature as genius conceives it?

Le vent se lève! . . . il faut tenter de vivre! L'air immense ouvre et referme mon livre, La vague en poudre ose jaillir des rocs! Envolez-vous, pages tout éblouies! Rompez, vagues! Rompez d'eaux réjouies Ce toit tranquille où picoraient des focs!

The wind is rising... we must attempt to live.

Le vent se léve! ... il faut tenter de vivre!

Le vent se lève, il faut tantrer de vivre = El viento se levanta, hay que intentar vivir

El viento se levanta… ¡hay que intentar vivir!

Le vent se lève, Il faut tenter de vivre!