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Wind Blowing Quotes (page 2)

I believe the poor fierce-eyed child had figured out that with a mere fifty dollars in her purse she might somehow reach Broadway or Hollywood - or the foul kitchen of a diner (Help Wanted) in a dismal ex-prairie state, with the wind blowing, and the stars blinking, and the cars, and the bars, and the barmen, and everything soiled, torn, dead. Vladimir Nabokov
Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing. Iris Murdoch
live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll. Hunter S. Thompson
In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken. Ernest Hemingway
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. L. M. Montgomery
Ernest Hemingway quote: "The grain-fields went up the hillsides. Now as we went higher..."
The grain-fields went up the hillsides. Now as we went higher there was a wind blowing the grain. Ernest Hemingway
Confucius quote: "When the wind blows, the grass bends."
When the wind blows, the grass bends. Confucius
Ani DiFranco quote: "fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the..."
fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows Ani DiFranco
Hilaire Belloc quote: "Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!"
Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army! Hilaire Belloc
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
The idea for Maximum Ride come from the earlier books of mine called When the Wind Blows and The Lake House, which also feature a character named Max who escapes from a quiet despicable school. Most of the similarities end there. Max and the other kids in Maximum Ride are not the same Max and kids featured in those two books. nor do Frannie and Kit play any part in Maximum Ride. I hope you enjoy the ride anyways. James Patterson
Tonight - I am alone in the night, a homeless and sleepless nun! Tonight I hold all the keys to thisthe only capital cityand lack of sleep guides me on my path. You are so lovely, my dusky Kremlin! Tonight I put my lips to the breastof the whole round and warring earth. Now I feel hair - like fur - standing on end: the stifling winds blow straight into my soul. Tonight I feel compassion for everyone, those who are pitied, along with those who are kissed. Marina Tsvetaeva
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. T. S. Eliot
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall. Ani DiFranco

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