Quotes About Wind

Quiero dormir un rato, un rato, un minuto, un siglo; pero que todos sepan que no he muerto; que haya un establo de oro en mis labios; que soy un pequeño amigo del viento Oeste; que soy la sombra inmensa de mis lágrimas

Voglio dormire un momento, un momento, un minuto, un secolo; ma tutti sappiano che non sono morto; che c'è una stella d'oro sulle mie labbra; che sono il piccolo amico del vento occidentale; che sono l'ombra immensa delle mie lacrime.

Ella viene vestida Con un traje de alcaldesa, De papel de chocolate con los collares de almendras. She comes dressed In the robe of a Mayoress Made of chocolate paper with an almond necklace. El viento vuleve desnudo la esquina de la sorpresa, en la noche platinoche, noche que noche nochera. Naked, the wind turns the corner of the surprise in the silver-dark night the night benighted by nightfall.

I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind's knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I've placed the eyeless head of all my desires.

Green, how much I want you green.Green wind. Green branches.The ship upon the seaand the horse in the mountain.

A handful of pine-seed will cover mountains with the green majesty of a forest. I too will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise.

The wind wrinkled the dark lake and my thoughts as it swept on the clouds, chopped them up with its hatchet; between them you could just glimpse the Last Judgement, finding each of us guilty of nothing.

Man has power and dominion over the elements. We should be able "to rebuke the wind and the waves." We should be able to put an end to drought.

So I shall just imagine myself for a fortnight or so at one side of the fireplace of a country cottage, with a sympathetic soul opposite me. And I shall go on talking, in a low voice while the sea sounds in the distance and overhead the great black flood of wind polishes the bright stars.

Dream Song of Thunders: Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky.

Song on Applying War Paint: At the center of the earth I stand, Behold me! At the wind center I stand, Behold me! A root of medicine Therefore I stand, At the wind center I stand.

She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind.

It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos. The rackety, icy, offshore wind numbed our faces on one side; disrupted the formation of a lone flight of Canada geese; and blew back the low, inaudible rollers in upright, steely mist.

George May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face. Fred And may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

You know it's summertime at Candlestick when the fog rolls in, the wind kicks up, and you see the center fielder slicing open a caribou to survive the ninth inning.

Endless peace and a certain desolation – especially in the evenings. It's been stormy nearly all the time and out on the point the house has been thoroughly ventilated. Breakers all round and the weirdest illusory sensation of voices, steps and music in the wind. In particular, the acoustic phenomenon of rhythmic violin music when I want to sleep has been a bit disturbing. You become different and think new thoughts when you live a long time alone with the sea and yourself.

Kora?ao am, a nitko se nije pojavljivao,niti na putu, niti na prozorima, niti na balkonima, bilo je tiho, samo se u zraku ?uo šum vjetra koji je mirisao i kojega se dalo jesti poput sladoleda, poput nevidljivog tucanog snijega, bezmalo se mogao jesti žli?icom, imao sam dojam da, kada bih si uz njega uzeo pecivo ili komad kruha, da bih ga se mogao najesti skoro kao mlijeka.

The mind is like the wind and the body like the sand: if you want to know how the wind is blowing , you can look at the sand.

Rock music was most exciting when it was in the 45 [rpm single], when it was disciplined into a single. Whether it was the Sex Pistols, Clash, Buzzcocks, Nirvana, the Beatles, the Stones. When the wind starts blowing in the hair, and it meanders off, you can get some great [stuff], but it doesn't interest me as much. The 45 is the pure rock to me. That is why I wanted to be in a band.

No way was clear, no light unbroken, in the forest. Into wind, water, sunlight, starlight, there always entered leaf and branch, bole and root, the shadowy, the complex.

The night-crawlers had retired, but ripe chinaberries drummed on the roof when the wind stirred, and the darkness was desolate with the barking of distant dogs.

The night-crawlers had retired, but ripe chinaberries drummed on the roof when the wind stirred, and the darkness was desolate with the barking of distant dog.

For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.