Quotes About Wind

I asked Go to answer my questions, but the only sound was always the whistling of the wind filling the empty space.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

Her work in the garden was almost at a standstill now; the January and February days were all alike, they went like a procession of the nuns themselves, unrelieved by any colour, there seemed to be no life or movement in the earth but the wind tearing at the trees and bamboos.

Kagura, are you free now..? Did you ever... Become the wind?- Kanna

The wind is shifting gradually around to the north and the rain has intensified. It's nearly dawn when he crosses the state line into Alabama, and finally it enters his mind that a hurricane has come in off the Gulf and he has been driving straight through it for the last several hours.

Justo antes de desaparecer, las palabras adquieren un olor nauseabundo y pulposo, como manojos de hierba muerta que el viento arremolina, formando pequeñas esferas secas, y se derraman del cerebro y de las cuerdas vocales, bajando por las células sanguíneas y los nervios hasta los rincones más remotos del cuerpo.

More than anything, one is struck by the light. Light everywhere. Brightness everywhere. Everywhere, the sun. Just yesterday, an autumnal London was drenched in rain. The airplane drenched in rain. A cold wind, darkness. But here, from the morning's earliest moments, the airport is ablaze with sunlight, all of us in sunlight.

from that valley near the Tetons, over past the Wind River

As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written and across which there blew a hot and merciless wind, turning her body to papyrus, her skin to parchment, her soul to paper.

Little rich boy, that's all just wind. All that importance-of-the-individual. All that possibility-of-humanity. Today, what people are is just another kind of thing.

At times of great upheaval when the wind blows and the tide of history surges, cool heads are needed to navigate a path to calmer waters.

Very little strength can produce much motion of air. Learn about air as motion.

I paint a tree - I think of how the roots go deep, deep into the earth. How the tree grows year by year toward the sky. How it stands with the winds.

There was a brisk northern wind, heavy and wet with the salt of the sea, and he felt, as he turned his face to it, fresh life and strength surging in his blood and bracing his limbs.

The sea was calm with a fresh wind blowing from the south-east; they sailed under a sky of azure where God was also lighting up his lanterns, each one of which is a world.

azuré.Le yacht avançait rapidement, quoique en apparence il y eût à peine assez de vent pour faire flotter la chevelure bouclée d'une jeune fille.

At midnight the wind in the trees can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

Now Jet could hear his voice when the wind carried as he recited a quote from Cotton Mather. Families are the Nurseries of all Societies: and the First combinations of mankind.

Love someone and they're yours forever, no matter how much time intervenes, that's what Margaret Grey knew. The sky will always be blue; the wind will always rise up across the meadow and thread its way through the grass.

every May there would be a town gathering to remember this day so that no one would forget how easily everyday life could be suddenly disrupted, for disaster was always a moment away, in the wind, in a red rain, in the illness that had spread through the village on a beautiful spring day.

IN THE LOBBY of her building, people fresh out of the wind were huffing and puffing like swimmers just crawled up on shore. She

Maybe," she said to Pauline, not looking at her, just turning her head a bit to speak to her from across the aisle and over her shoulder. Not whispering either. "Maybe it was just the wind.

The wind," Mary said again. "It was making everyone tear up.

toward the quilted hamper, unzipped it, and then paused, a single wax-paper-wrapped sandwich in her hand. "Our food will be full of sand," she said, "with this wind." And her husband said, "Well, they are sandwiches," and winked at Michael, who seemed suddenly to recognize his father again.