Quotes About Wind

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

As his raft skimmed over the water, taking him back to the mortal world, he understood a line from the Prophecy better- an oath to keep with a final breath . He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn't care. I'm coming back for you, Calypso, he said to the night wind. I swear it on the River Styx.

I disobeyed Ra's wishes, and so he ordered my onw father, Shu- Hang on, I said. Shoe? S-h-u, she said. The god of the wind. On. I wished these gods had names that wearn't common household objects. Go on, please.

We hurtled through the sky like things that hurtle through the sky. The wind whipped my face. The snow blinded me. The cold was so bad it made me cold. Okay, yeah, the mead of poetry definitely wasn't working.

I'm coming back for you, Calypso, he said to the night wind. I swear it on the River Styx. - Leo Valdez

She could hear again the ripple of water, the flapping sail. She could see the glint of the moon upon the bay, and could feel the soft, gusty beating of the hot south wind. A subtle current of desire passed through her body, weakening her hold upon the brushes and making her eyes burn.

As they made their way back to shore, Edward felt the sun on his face and the wind blowing through the little bit of fur left on his ears, and something filled his chest, a wonderful feeling. He was glad to be alive.

The point is," Sid Morris says. "This. Now. Paint on your brush, wind at your back, my crappy studio. This is the only certainty. Here: your sensations; your body existing for its moment in time. Everything else is crap.

The path is a ribbon of moonlight across a dusky sea. The wind sings a song that beckons us To that great and mighty tree. We are the Greenowls of Ambala, clad in raiments of moss, Sprigged with lichens and grasses Then gilded with silvery frost. Fair and square we play- for a sporting lot we are. We ride the boisterous Balefire gusts And we reach for every star.

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us from being swept away into the night.

Y durante lo que se me antojó una eternidad seguimos allí de pie, en lo alto de aquel campo, sin decir nada, abrazándonos, mientras el viento soplaba contra nosotros y nos tiraba de la ropa, y seguimos aferrándonos el uno al otro como si fuera la única manera de impedir que nos arrastrara al fondo de la noche.

Rimanemmo così, sulla sommità di quel campo, per quello che ci sembrò un tempo infinito, abbracciati senza dire una parola, mentre il vento non smetteva di soffiarci contro, e sembrava strapparci i vestiti di dosso; per un istante fu come se ci tenessimo stretti l'uno all'altra, perché quello era l'unico modo per non essere spazzati via nella notte.

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.

The Mother was wearing a coat – a thin, dark, high-ranking one – which moved with the wind around her body, so that for a moment she reminded me of the dark birds that perched on the high traffic signals even as the winds blew fiercely.

So court often involved a power struggle between two more or less equal forces, as when a sailor found that the wind was blowing his boat one way while the tide took it another.

su desaprobación era como las repentinas ráfagas de viento del norte del enero moscovita.

flight, its upper and lower wings spread wide, its toy-car wheels resting lightly on the grass, its long tail tapering behind. The weather was fine with gentle breezes, and the little aircraft trembled in the wind

The wind and the water were carrying on their perpetual quarrel, the wind swooping down to tease the waves and the sea hissing and spitting as it crashed against the land.

A wind came up and broke the sea into green and silver chunks, like a field of glass and chrome, and the boat began to rock and pitch about more...The waves got bigger as we got closer to shore, and from the crests clots of white foam blew swirling up in the wind to join the gulls.

China has an almost infinite need for energy, and frankly, the world would be better off if much of that need goes in the direction of wind power.

Because mountains are high and broad, the way of riding the clouds is always reached in the mountains; the inconceivable power of soaring in the wind comes freely from the mountains

You can power the entire U.S. vehicle fleet with 73,000 to 145,000 five-megawatt wind turbines. That would take between one and three square kilometers of footprint on the ground.

It's a lot harder to push forward things, like energy policy. There's a big dream out there about wind and solar power.

...power doesn't shift. Power is resolute. It is the mountain, not the wind. To shift so easily is to lose trust.