Quotes About Wind

I see a city in the desert lies The vanity of an ancient king But the city lies in broken pieces While the wind howls and the vultures sing

Trust you?" Varencienne laughed coldly. "I would as soon trust a shadow on the wind.

She was like a feather on her father's arm. He might forget what she was and accidentally brush her away, or wind would come and she'd be blown high, high up into the ancient arches, where a colony of gargoyles was frozen against the walls. She'd hang there, watching herself walk towards her fate, and then she'd just fly away, out into the endless sky, turning and turning.

When we'd first moved home, I had missed the ground bustle, but had since fallen in love with the feeling of the open air around us, the play of winds among the thinner branches, the illusion that one could be all alone.

He is shown as a submissive consort, but that was hardly the case. He is as invisible and quick as the wind.

Wind blew strongly off the sea and seemed filled with whispering voices.

Sudden squalls of wind seemed to talk to him, pluck his hair in a spiteful way.

Once again he cawed four times and was about to caw again when he heard the sound of humans coming through the woods. The bird turned on the window ledge, flapped its black wings, and rose slowly toward the trees. He caught the wind and soared upward.

This wind will come from the mountains. It is already being born under the trees and is conspiring for a new world, so new that it is barely an intuition in the collective heart that inspired it...

debo reconocer que algo en la línea de "he sentido pasar sobre mí el viento del ala de la locura" de Baudelaire se acerca bastante a lo que tengo en mente

May the grey winds guide you and keep you safe.

My favorite movies of all times is 'Doctor Zhivago, ' and I love 'Gone With the Wind.' I'd love to play some Southern belle or something where I owned a plantation.

Love hurts. Love is fragile. Love comes like a breath of magic, then departs leaving us feeling empty, alone, a paper cup blowing on the wind.

Loss is like a wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death.

And all our righteousnesses are filthy rags and we all do fade as a leaf and our inequities like the wind have taken us away

August's list of good things: Sun. Stars. Pails. Birth. The harvest. Numbers. Sounds. Window. Straw. Frint. Beams. Futility. My mother. My father. Language. Flies. Manure. Wind. Women.

maybe into a mistral, the wind that can make you crazy, so that in France you can be acquitted if you kill someone while it's blowing.

We do not realize the sound the world makes-unless of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra. Breaking waves. Whipping wind. Falling rain. Squawking birds. All throughout the universe, time resumed and nature sang.

Do you know what causes wind? High pressure meeting low pressure. Warm meeting cold. Change. Change causes wind. and the bigger the change, the stronger the wind blows.

There was no one she wanted to see more. There was no one she wanted to see less. Why? she whispered. Why are you here? The winds blew, he said.

Your voice was a weather vane, it told us how your wind was blowing.

Do you know what causes wind? High pressure meeting low pressure. Warm meeting cold. Change. Change causes wind. And the bigger the change, the stronger the wind blows. (The Next Person You Meet in Heaven)

Obey, obey, obey -obey what? My body catching this wind is obeying the pulse of the breathtaking Divine. You, canoeing those rapids, are breaking into the spray of larger, unseen Waves.

Hoarse voice, from intimacy's border with asthma: parched beaches, dust whipped by the wind. Very sexy but not much to drink.