Quotes About Wind

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.

Fair weather cometh out of the north.

An ill wind that bloweth no man good - The blower of which blast is she.

Who walketh upon the wings of the wind.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea!

The same wind that extinguishes a light can set a brazier on fire.

Dust does not lift without wind.

Thick smoke like a herd of black horses was rising over the massive building and being blown around by the wind.

There was Ireland in his voice, dreamy wisps of it that could, unexpectedly, wind around her heart.

Eve found a street slot—small miracle—and decided it was worth a two and a half block hike in the snow. She imagined some cheery optimist would call the wind bracing. She hated cheery optimists. She

They were the men and the women of the sand, of the wind, of the light, of the night. They appeared as in a dream, at the crest of a dune, as if they were born of the cloudless sky.

A gust of wind went Nike across the flat landscape

Twas the wind which made Darius's eyes water. Verily, 'twas but the wind. As

The vision had been of him naked and Butch wrapped around him, the two of them high up in the sky, entwined in the midst of a cold wind. Jesus Christ, he was deranged. Deranged and perverted. "Look, I'll come at sundown and hit you with a little hand action." "Good. That always helps.

Twas the wind which made Darius's eyes water. Verily, 'twas but the wind. As he brushed over his face with his palm, he told himself that all was well and how it should be. . . . even if he felt a mourning within his breast.

Destiny was as uncaring and influential as the wind to a flag, carrying the fabric of an individual's existence this way and that, subjecting that which it rocked to its whims without an inquiry as to what the banner may have desired. Or may have prayed for.

We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.

Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain...

now this warm thought of greatness is a big chill in the wind—for

But I figure passion's like the wind in the trees out there. Blows hard for a while and feels strong and clean while it's blowing and maybe it even blows so long and hard that you start living with it. It feels like the wind's a part of you, like it's essential, if you know what I mean, something you can hardly imagine life without. But it's got to pass. So you can get on with things without all the confusion of that wind in your hair.

In the height of the gusts, in my high position, where the seas did not break, I found myself compelled to cling tightly to the rail to escape being blown away. My face was stung to severe pain by the high-driving spindrift, and I had a feeling that the wind was blowing the cobwebs out of my sleep-starved brain.

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light.

The purity of youth will usher in the Divine Wind.