Quotes About Wind

Once you've got women and a border, a story can write itself. Even women on their own are enough. Women are stories in themselves, full of stirrings and whisperings that float on the wind, that bend with each blade of grass.

They seemed to fall forever. Geryon retained an iron-edged grip on the trembling Kadence, her hair whipping around them like angry silk ribbons. She didn't scream something he'd expected, but she did turn and wind her legs around him, something he had not.

O wynd, o wynd, the weder gynneth clere.

Recall the cold Of Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn, Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpets Shrilling into the ruck ; some trampled Acres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet, Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind's Flurrying, darkness over the human mire.

Mas el viento sopla eterno, él, que nunca guarda silencio, sobre campos oscuros y ya dorados por el otoño. Muestra varias imágenes oscuras y ligero susurra palabras tristes, oscuras.

At the Moor Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky A flock of wild birds follows; Slanting over gloomy waters. Turmoil. In decayed hut The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings. Crippled birches in the autumn wind. Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all around By the soft gloom of grazing herds; Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters.

There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?

October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came - The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.

that's what God does. He moves the wind across the water or leaves it still. He can do all that. That's God doing that and He can do it on any lake that He wants to.

The moon twangs its silver strings; The river swoons into town; The wind beds down in the pines, Covers itself with stars.

High towers, and metaphysically-great men resembling them, round both of which there is commonly much wind, are not for me. My place is the fruitful bathos, the bottom-land, of experience; and the word transcendental, does not signify something passing beyond all experience, but something that indeed precedes it a priori, but that is intended simply to make cognition of experience possible.

Gli eventi gravi, fasti o nefasti che siano, non cambiano la natura dicun uomo ma permettono di definirla meglio, così come un colpo di vento, spazzando all'improvviso le foglie morte, rivela la forma di un albero; mettono in luce quello che era rimasto in ombra; danno allo spirito l'inclinazione che da lì in avanti lo caratterizzerà.

For a number of Russian writers and poets, St. Petersburg is a mythical city; to Irène Némirovsky it was nothing more than a collection of dark, snow-covered streets, swept by the icy wind that rose from the disgusting, polluted canals of the Neva.

She had never been filled with her love like a calm brimming vessel. She had rather suffered it, as a tree might suffer a cold wind, and the image of a coldness was somehow mingled with her memories of marital love.

Listen to the wind. It can blow dreadfully here. In the winter it blows so that it would drive you mad. It blows day after day, and one becomes so restless. What do you think of my page? Your - Mr. Nolan? He seems very devoted. I think he would let me kill him slowly.

That is, he made boasts. But boasts are wind and deeds are hard.

boasts are wind and deeds are hard.

His calls for justice were lost at the mercy of the wind and human indifference.

Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.

The day seemed oddly normal. The sun peacefully sailed through the white clouds, birds sang from treetops, the trees danced to the quiet wind.

I had to make my history quick because there would be no future, merely a gossamer world blown about on the zeitgeist, till zeitgeist, the wind of the times, is blasted away by kamikaze, the wind of God.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones just as the wind blows out a candle and fans a fire.

Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, Neat, through loopholes Less than themselves.

He rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.