Blowing It Quotes (page 3)
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It was the face of spring, it was the face of summer, it was the warmness of clover breath. Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes. To touch her face was that always new experience of opening your window one December morning, early, and putting out your hand to the first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night. And all of this, this breath-warmness and plum-tenderness was held forever in one miracle of photographic is...
Ray Bradbury
it doesn't hurt to be alone sometimes. to go out on a cold night andwalk for a while. it might be dangerous, someone could hurt you, thereare sad scenes, passersby who leave a lifetime along the way for youto pick up and examine, papers blowing in the wind with strangemessages, maybe something hopeful that you save and cherish forever.
Sandra Bernhard
It was always dear to me, this solitary hill, and this hedgerow here, that closes out my view, from so much of the ultimate horizon. But sitting here, and watching here, in thought, I create interminable spaces, greater than human silences, and deepestquiet, where the heart barely fails to terrify. When I hear the wind, blowing among these leaves, I go on to compare that infinite silencewith this voice, and I remember the eternaland the dead seasons, and the living present, and its sound, so...
Giacomo Leopardi
It's like dinosaurs. We can put them back together perfectly, bone for bone, but we don't know what they smelled like, what kind of sounds they made, or how big they really looked standing in the grass under all those fossil fern trees. Even the sunlight must have been different, and the wind. What can bones tell you about a kind of wind that doesn't blow anymore?
Peter S. Beagle
