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Winds Quotes (page 23)

Ernest Hemingway quote: "None of it was important now. The wind blew it out of his head."
None of it was important now. The wind blew it out of his head. Ernest Hemingway
Barbara Kingsolver quote: "You know reviewers, they are the wind in their own sails."
You know reviewers, they are the wind in their own sails. Barbara Kingsolver
Blow, blow, ye western wind . . . Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me. Ernest Hemingway
[Anne, commenting on city life] "I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal. L. M. Montgomery
One might think that a boy who was out in the snow for so long would get cold, but Max was not. He was warm, partly because he had on many layers, and partly because boys who are part wolf and part wind do not get cold. Dave Eggers
Trout did another thing which some people might have considered eccentric: he called mirrors leaks. It amused him to pretend that mirrors were holes between two universes. If he saw a child near a mirror, he might wag his finger at a child warningly, and say with great solemnity, "Don't get too near that leak. You wouldent want to wind up in the other universe, would you?"Sometimes somebody would say in his presence, "Excuse me, I have to take a leak." This was a way of saying that the... Kurt Vonnegut
The stunted pines elude capturein a thousand sidetracked increments. The wind will never understand them. Like us it is forced to go on. Richard Meier
Isn't man but a blossom taken by wind, and only the mountains and the sea and the stars and this land of the gods everlasting? James Clavell
You must know the story of how the race of ancient days reached the stars, and how they bargained away all the wild half of themselves to do so, so that they no longer cared for the taste of the pale wind, no for love or lust, nor to make new songs nor to sing old ones, nor for any of the other animal things they believed they had brought with them out of the rain forests al the bottom of time--though in fact, so my uncle told me, those things brought them Gene Wolfe
When I think of highly plotted novels I think of detective fiction or mystery fiction, the kind of work that always produces a few dead bodies. But these bodies are basically plot points, not worked-out characters. The book's plot either moves inexorably toward a dead body of flows directly from it, and the more artificial the situation the better. Readers can play off their fears by encountering the death experience in a superficial way. A mystery novel localizes the awesome force of the... Don DeLillo
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. Charlotte Bronte
this self, contains. Tide continents and stars - a myriad selves, Is small and solitary as one grass-blade. Passed over by the wind. Amongst a myriad grasses on the prairie C. Day Lewis
The beginning and the end are never really the journey of discovery for me. It is the middle that remains a puzzle until well into the writing. That's how life is most of the time, isn't it? You know where you are and where you hope to wind up. It's the getting there that's challenging. A. Whitney Brown
And he misses her........Like a wind starved sail. He sits knowing what direction to go. But the current keeps pulling him Down river. Rumi
I am a man of the old world, a seed that was transplanted by the wind, a seed which failed to blossom in the mushroom oasis of America. I belong on the heavy tree of the past. My allegiance, physical and spiritual, it is with the men of Europe, those who were once Franks, Gauls, Vikings, Huns, Tatars, what not. The climate for my body and soul is here where there is quickness and corruption. I am proud not to belong in this century. Henry Miller

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