Quotes About Wind

Absence Is To Love, What The Wind Is To Fire, When It's a Small Fire The Wind Kills It But When It's a Real Fire It Intensifies It

The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes. That's the way it will be with our love for each other

I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

Es wäre sehr leer ohne die junge Fremde, das Meer und das Gelände mit Dünen und Wind. [...]. Es wäre Sand wie auf Sylt (1949) und Meeresbläue wie bei Sperlonga (1962) und Erinnerung. Auch wenn er Lynn nicht anschaut: sie macht die Gegenwart, ihr Körper im andern Sessel.

Meditation PRAYER OF SAINT PATRICK I arise today Through the strength of heaven; Light of the sun, Splendor of fire, Speed of lightning, Swiftness of the wind, Depth of the sea, Stability of the earth, Firmness of the rock. I arise today Through God's strength to pilot me; God's might to uphold me, God's wisdom to guide me, I arise today Through the mighty strength Of the Lord of creation.1

Cal: "Yesterday I was stuck in a car with you for eight hours." Bastard. I didn't even sing along with the radio. Much. Me: "Yeah. And?" Cal: "Something happened." Me: "If you're referring to my driving skills, may I just say I didn't TOUCH that truck. What you felt was just the wind. We were going pretty fast. And there wasn't even a scratch. I checked." Every Boy's Got One

her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth...

To you alone, Eldest, the Fates have given unassailable rule. Time alters all things, except this one thing. For you alone, the wind that bellows the sails of rule makes no shift.

The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it out. The tortured trees by the dark lake burned and dripped, their leaves snatched by the wind were whirled in wild circles through the towers. The clouds mouldered as they lay coiled, or shifted themselves uneasily upon the stone skyfield, sending up wreathes that drifted through the turrets and swarmed up hidden walls.

At sea, sometimes, if you take a ship too far from land and the wind rises and the tide sucks with a venomous force and the waves splinter white above the shield-pegs, you have no choice but to go where the gods will.

I wanted to hit him hard now. I wanted to hit him in the dark of the night's ending, hit him in the thunder of Thor's providential storm, hit him under the lash of Thor's lightning, strike him in the wind and the rain of the gods. I would bring him chaos.

And in the darkness, as I listen to the sea beat on the sand and the wind fret at the thatch, I remember what it was like to be young and tall and strong and fast. And arrogant.

But that was a notion as wispy as the high thin clouds that were being driven away by a brisk wind, and behind those wispy clouds was a wall of dark, tumultuous cloud that promised snow.

Erano i primi di novembre e all'alba l'oscurità della notte durava ancora nella via, ma il vento, con meraviglia del negoziante, imperversava già. Gli sbatté con violenza il grembiule in faccia mentre si chinava a raccogliere le due cassette di latte dal bordo del marciapiede. Ansimando, Morris Bober trascinò fino alla porta i pesanti recipienti.

Leaden fatigue crept into his limbs. With every breath, the icy frost sliced into his throat. Utterly exhausted, he leaned against one of the stones. Gusting wind tore at his frost-stiffened clothes. The belt around his upper leg had loosened, and blood now seeped through the scraps of wool.

occasional gust of fretful

I loved this time of night, how everything softened and lost the hard edges of day, and how, if the wind moved just right, the live oaks would murmur tender green words across the shadowy lawn. Sitting with a book in the warm circle of light from the table lamp had become my favorite way to end the day.

O Lord my God, You are very great; You are clothed with splendor and majesty. You wrap Yourself in light as with a garment; You stretch out the heavens like a tent and lay the beams of Your upper chambers on their waters. You make the clouds Your chariot and ride on the wings of the wind. You make winds Your messengers, flames of fire Your servants. (Ps. 104:1–4)

first hole at Prestwick in Scotland; the wind was howling out of the left. I started an eight-iron thirty yards to windward, but the gale caught it; I watched in dismay as the ball sailed hard right, hit the green going sideways, and bounded off into the cabbage. Sonofabitch! I turned to our caddie. Did you see the wind take that shot!? He gave that look that only Scottish caddies can give. Well, ye've got t' play th' wind now

I fell quiet, too. The wooden door onto the courtyard was flung wide onto the Egyptian night. I listened to wind shake the palm fronds. The dark, tumbling world.

The wind whipped up and I listened for ship sails snapping in the harbor cross the road, a place I'd smelled on the breeze, but never seen. The sails would go off like whips cracking and all us would listen to see was it some slave getting flogged in a neighbor-yard or was it ships making ready to leave. You found out when the screams started up or not.

as swift as wind, as gentle as forest, as fierce as fire, as unshakable as mountain

Un viento diurno cesará al anochecer, un viento nocturno cesará al amanecer.

Quando soffia, il vento non lascia traccia, e muta direzione inaspettatamente. La maestosità della foresta è data dall'ordine. Il fuoco è avido perché dietro di sé non lascia un filo d'erba. Quando prendi posizione, sii fermo come la montagna».