Quotes About Wind

A great wind is blowing and that either gives you imagination...or a headache.

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.

There must be blood, the girl thought. There must always be blood. The Green Wind said that, so it must be true. It will be all hard and bloody, but there will be wonders, too, or else why bring me here at all? And it's the wonders I'm after, even if I have to bleed for them.

Have you never known a cruel wind? What an easy, balmy, tropical life you must have! I never tease, madam! I coax, I beguile, I stomp, I throw tantrums, and for certain, I freeze — I am the Coldest and Harshest of all the Harsh Airs! I am the shiver of the world! But I do not tease . You can cause ever so much more trouble by taking folk seriously, asking just what they're doing and doing just what they ask.

Is she very terrible?" The Green Wind frowned into his brambly beard. "All little girls are terrible, " he admitted finally, "but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat.

Chicago at the time owned a lake the size of a sea, several advertising firms, at least six tribes of marauding criminals, healthy herds of sailors grazing free, the first Ferris wheel in all the world, and more wind than it could care for.

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks ariseAround; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviorOf silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-wavierMeal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?

Quanto pesa una lacrima?» «Secondo: la lacrima di un bambino capriccioso pesa meno del vento, quella di un bambino affamato pesa più di tutta la terra.»

POP FACT Like the Passat and the Scirocco, the Golf was another '70s VW named after a wind. In this case, Golfstrom, which is German for Gulf Stream.

Sola yo, amor, y vos quién sabe dónde; tu recuerdo me mece como al maíz el viento y te traigo en el tiempo, recorro los caminos, me río a carcajadas y somos los dos juntos otra vez, junto al agua.

NOTTE Dl VENTO Allora sentii che non c'era, che non ci sarebbe mai più... La tenebra vidi più nera, più lugubre udii la bufera... uuh... uuuh... uuuh.. Venia come un volo di spetri, gridando ad ogni émpito più: un fragile squillo di vetri seguiva quelli ululi tetri... uuh... uuuh... uuuh.. Oh! solo nell'ombra che porta quei gridi... (chi passa laggiù?) Ohl solo nell'ombra già morta per sempre... (chi batte alla porta?) uuh... uuuh... uuuh...

In the night, when the wind dies and silence rules the place of glittering stone, I remember. And they all live again.

Havadaki her bir esintinin oyunca?? m?y?z biz?

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.

Wild is the music of the autumnal wind Among the faded woods; but these blithe notes Strike the deserted to the heart;—I speak Of what I know, and what we feel within.

This starts when, in the far-off Sahara to the south, the harsh desert wind or khamsin begins to churn. It sweeps across the Mediterranean, rolling clouds like tumbleweeds, then dumps them on the Rock whence they trickle down dismally into Gib town.

May the road lie easy before you and the wind be always at your back; may there always be a glass of whiskey to warm you when the wind blows chill; and may you get to heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near.

Any man can lose his hat in a fairy-wind.

It having been a very cold night last night I had got some cold, and so in pain by wind, and a sure precursor of pain is sudden letting off farts, and when that stops, then my passages stop and my pain begins.

You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a great and silent congregation.

As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber Burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning. So one generation of men will grow while another dies.

We had... a pony with a bronze coat and a joyful temperament. Most afternoons the colt could be found cantering in the grass, kicking his legs high and twisting his thin torso into jaunty leaps, as though with a little effort he could undo the binds of gravity and gallop away on the wind.

No matter how breathless the air when he dug his nest by tree or bank, the wind the later blew inevitably found him to leeward, sheltered and snug