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Quotes About Breeze

O wynd, o wynd, the weder gynneth clere.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Cruel, Clever Cat. Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death.
~ Geoffrey Taylor
The tall grass waves o'er lowly graves, The golden sunshine floods the meadows, And in the breeze the willow-trees, That guard the tomb of Eloise, Wave to and fro, with flickering shadows.
~ George Arnold
As she'd hoped, the two of them were the sole occupants of this stretch of windswept beach. Sipping the steaming liquid, she let the familiar peace seep into her soul. The cerulean water sparkled in the morning sun, as if sprinkled with diamonds, and she drew in a cleansing breath of the tangy salt air. She watched a sandpiper play tag with the surf. Listed to the caw of a gull high overhead and the muted thunder of the breaking waves. Felt the breeze caress her cheek.
~ Irene Hannon
But no, she must be there, I felt, so charged with her presence was the image of that city which now rose up before me; and already in my mind I was walking with Anna along the Champs-Élysées, while the warm breeze of an eternal Parisian spring blew into our faces like drifting flowers the promises of a coming felicity.
~ Iris Murdoch
A man without decision can never be said to belong to himself; he is as a wave of the sea, or a feather in the air which every breeze blows about.
~ John Foster
A hush in the trees. Just the rustle of leaves in the breeze. But no birds, mockingjay or other. Peeta's right. They do fall silent when I sing. Just as
~ Suzanne Collins
THE AIR IN THE ROOM TASTES STERILE. THE LINGERING scent of bleach is mixing with the fresh white paint on the walls, and I wish my teacher would open the window to let in a breeze. But we're on the third floor so the pane is sealed shut—just in case anyone gets the urge to jump. I
~ Suzanne Young
The unknown breeze came wafting towards us and filled our hearts with the fragrance of love!
~ Avijeet Das
Be that fragnance which fades in breezes of cold air but always gives intense smell.
~ Sakin Maharjan
The wind plays its own music.
~ Bert McCoy
A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.
~ Scott Hastie
A fresh breeze lifted Winnie's hair, and from somewhere in the village behind them a dog barked.
~ Natalie Babbitt
In time, all storms settle to a pleasant breeze. —The Thunderhead
~ Neal Shusterman
A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky. Pompadours of supper-time smoke billowed from chimneys, separating into girlish pigtails as the breeze combed them out, above the slate rooftops. Chestnut blossoms, weary from having been admired all day, wore faint smiles of anticipation.
~ Tom Robbins
I love hot hand of explosion. I love a breeze perfumed with the devil smell of powder.
~ Tom Robbins
they ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square of four locked trees which promised cooling; they flung themselves into the shade to taste their lip sweat and contemplate the wildness that had come upon them so suddenly
~ Toni Morrison
The day breeze blew her dress dry; the night wind wrinkled it.
~ Toni Morrison
Just as I felt the warmth of darkness, I could feel the cool breeze of divnity
~ Kristen Day
Just as I'd felt the warmth of darkness, I could feel the cool breeze of divinity.
~ Kristen Day
It is arrogance to expect that life will always be music.... Harmony, like a following breeze at sea, is the exception. In a world where most things wind up broken or lost, our lot is to tack and tune.
~ Harvey Oxenhorn
That breeze in your soul is adventure calling.
~ Terri Guillemets
He stood there a moment in the open doorway with the light streaming in and a gentle breeze,a warm one,playing with all that black silk hair. Stood there, she thought,all tall and lean in his perfect suit, one hand in his pocket.On her button, she realized.He carried that damn button like a magic charm.
~ J.D. Robb
I stood listening to the night breeze rustle the leaves, and watched the bats flicker against the last light, and felt the sweeping melancholy of those who pass their days in the midst of insupportable beauty in the knowledge that one day they will die.
~ J.M. Coetzee