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Wind Quotes (page 9)

Henry Beston quote: "The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly..."
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. Henry Beston
John Fowles quote: "We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like..."
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away. John Fowles
Cormac McCarthy quote: "Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse..."
Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him. Cormac McCarthy
It tastes good, garlic and salt in it, with the half-sweet white wine of Orvieto on scanty grass under great trees where the ramparts cuddle Lucca. It sounds right, spoken on the ridge between marine olives and hillside blue figs, under the breeze fresh with pollen of Apennine sage. It feels soft, weed thick in the cave and the smooth wet riddance of Antonietta’s bathing suit, mouth ajar for submarine Amalfitan kisses. It looks well on the page, but never well enough. Something is... Basil Bunting
My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to. Haruki Murakami
But I liked the writing better. I could make it look beautiful. I could keep it. The spoken words just went out like the wind, and you always had to say them all over again to keep them alive. But the writing stayed, and you could learn to make it better. More beautiful. Ursula K. Le Guin
Down by the stream in back of 124 her footprints come and go, come and go. They are so familiar. Should a child, an adult place his feet in them, they will fit. Take them out and they disappear again as though nobody ever walked there. By and by all trace is gone, and what is forgotten is not only the footprints but the water too and what it is down there. The rest is weather. Not the breath of the disremembered and unaccounted for, but wind in the eaves, or spring ice thawing too quickly.... Toni Morrison
All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing Mary Oliver
I gazed up at the sky. I was in a tiny boat, on a vast ocean. No wind, no waves, just me floating there. Adrift on the open sea....A tiny boat cut loose from the fiction of the ship. Haruki Murakami
Poetic simile was strictly limited to statements like 'his mighty steed was as fleet as the wind on a fairly calm day, say about Force Three,' and any loose talk about a beloved having a face that launched a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed look like a bottle of champagne. Terry Prachett
Before I go, I'd like to tell you something." Her voice was cool over flowing vowels. "It isn't often one finds one's first impression was so killingly accurate. The first night I met you, I thought you were a rude, arrogant man with no redeeming qualities." The wind blew her hair across her eyes and with a toss of her head she sent it flying back so that she could keep her icy gaze on his. "It's very gratifying to learn just how right I was... and to be able to dislike you so intensely."... Nora Roberts
George R. R. Martin quote: "Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses,..."
Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind. George R. R. Martin
M'amour, m'amour what do I love and where are you? That I lost my center fighting the world The Dreams clash and are shattered- and that I tried to make a paradiso terrestre. I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made. Ezra Pound
Nicholas Sparks quote: "Your love is like the wind...you cant see it, but you can feel..."
Your love is like the wind...you cant see it, but you can feel it... Nicholas Sparks
If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things. Things will not abandon you. The nights are still there, and the winds that move through the trees and across many lands. Everything in the world of Things and animals is filled with being, of which you are part. Rainer Maria Rilke

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