Wind Quotes
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He had been looking like a dead fish. He now looked like a deader fish, one of last year's, cast up on some lonely beach and left there at the mercy of the wind and tides.
P. G. Wodehouse
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Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
William Shakespeare
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I wrote most of 'Hello in There' in a relay box, which looks like a mail box, only bigger. Sometimes, it was so cold and windy on my mail route that I'd go inside the relay box and eat a sandwich, just to get away from the wind. I remember working on 'Hello in There' inside the relay box.
John Prine
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It is the set of the sails, not the direction of the wind that determines which way we will go.
Jim Rohn
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Moving eight miles a minute for months at a timeBreaking all of the rules that would bendI began to find myself searchin'Searching for shelter again and again.Against the windA little something against the windI found myself seeking shelterAgainst the wind.
Bob Seger
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'Go Tell It on the Mountain,' its pages heavy with sinners brought low and prayers groaning on the wind, scared me when I read it as a teenager.
Darryl Pinckney
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Imagination is a tree. It has the integrative virtues of a tree. It is root and boughs. It lives between earth and sky. It lives in the earth and the wind. The imagined tree imperceptibly becomes a cosmological tree, the tree which epitomises a universe, which makes a universe.
Gaston Bachelard
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A crippled child Said, "How shall I dance?" Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: "How shall I sing?" Let your heart sing We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, "But I, how shall I dance?" Let your heart fly to the wind We said. Then God spoke from above "How shall I descend from the blue?" Come dance for us here in the light We said. All the valley is dancing Together under the sun, And the heart of him who joins us not Is turned to dust, to dust.
Gabriela Mistral
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I am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six but I am running into a new year and I beg what i love and I leave to forgive me.
Lucille Clifton
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.
Rain
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Twenty-seven people sang 'Wind Beneath My Wings' before I got around to it. A lot of people saw the movie that I sang it in, Beaches, and what they came away with was that song. They turned to their loved ones and said, 'You know, you are the wind beneath my wings!' The song expressed how they felt in a way a simple 'I love you' would not have.
Bette Midler
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I think everybody does go in expecting they're making 'Gone With The Wind' on their first movie. But you know, that's just not going to be the case, everybody. Hold onto your hat. Buckle in. It's probably going to take a few.
Jimmi Simpson
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The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
Robert Frost
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These television shows that have 14 shots of somebody looking at each other with the wind blowing through their hair drive me insane.
Amy Sherman-Palladino
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Like a page of music, like an upper air, Like a momentary color, in which swans Were seraphs, were saints, were changing essences. The west wind was the music, the motion, the force To which the swans curveted, a will to change, A will to make iris frettings on the blank.
Wallace Stevens
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I want my house open to sun and wind and the voice of the sea, like a Greek temple, and light, light, light everywhere!
Axel Munthe
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And a moment later there was a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and the relative had crossed the threshold at fifty m.p.h. under her own steam.
P. G. Wodehouse
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And the rest, all the rest. All the days and lights and winds and years that would have been, and that would not be, that should be and were not, because he was dead. Shot dead on the road, in the wind, at twenty-one. His mountains unclimbed, never to be climbed.
Ursula K. Le Guin
