You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.

Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

Wakati ndege inapaa huwa inapambana na upepo. Lakini inapaa, hata hivyo.

When your life feels like you’re on a sailboat, with no wind to fill your sails, there are still choices. You can drop anchor and enjoy your surroundings. Start your motor, if you have one....

yes” in the sky.

…I recall that day on the beach – the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair…

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly...

You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.

You don’t need to windup the wind to keep it going. It’s the same with my erection. All you need is two AA batteries and one I love you.

My own idea is that these things are as piffle before the wind.

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

Dying venture firms are like the walking dead. They can have years of staggering around with stakes in still active portfolio companies, hoping they’re still holding a lottery ticket that could put them back in...

A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.

My inners are not organs. They’re actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie ‘Hugo,’ and then just say, ‘Act,’ you know?

There’s a hurricane coming to Florida, and there will be high winds. I should probably turn off my ceiling fans, to try to mitigate the billions of dollars in damages the storm will incur.

It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.

I was tired in the evening yesterday. I felt drained by the last days outer conflicts. I felt separated from life. Suddenly I heard the wind blowing through the trees outside my open window, whispering...

Come, fly with me!” cried the goddess, as she sped ahead of them, her extremities flaming with a comet tail of sparks in the supernatural wind. Her bubbling voice again echoed, her laughter bounced in...

A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.

Ujanja wote ulimwisha Murphy. Ilimbidi kutoboa siri ili adui asizidi kumuumiza. Alilaumu mno kufa wakati alishakula ng’ombe mzima. Alifikiri Mogens na Yehuda walishauwawa kulingana na hasira nyingi za magaidi. Walihakikisha hawafanyi makosa hata kidogo. Alivyomaliza...

Wolf Star shines on wintry high;Gazing northward by and by.Ice and snow on shorelines lie;Wind and spirits haunt the sky.

When the north wind blew across the tar ponds, voices were carried away.

…we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens – blew them into the sea…

Listening to intuition is similar to watching wind wiggle a pond. Allow the ripples to move you where you need to be.

Tis the old wind in the old anger,But then it threshed another wood.

I think daily that the country’s future is being thrown to the wind.

The wind held the door open for me, and I appreciated it. Who knew the breeze was such a southern gentleman?

The wind and sky know that there is no joy in unlimited freedom

Lirralei was a girl of storm–winds and thorns, the musk of the wild rose and the flight of the falcon.

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

The chimes were clinging in the wind. Or were they clanging, and clinging to hope?

People usually seek to join a religious system in order to gain the eternal bliss and freedom of the soul. But belonging somewhere; anywhere is not freedom. Free is the wind. You need to become...

The only way to see the path in the wind is to become the wind itself.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Qu’y-a-t-il au sommet de la montagne ?- Le ciel.- Que dit le loup quand il hurle ?- Joie, force et solitude.- A qui s’adresse-t-il ?- A la lune.- Où va la rivière ?- Remplir la...

Yes, the wind came up–” Mrs. Sharpe began. She paused.”And changed us all,” Petra said softly.

A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.

Anything can become a musical sound. The wind on telegraph wires is a great sound; get it into your machine and play it and it becomes interesting.

…mert maguk voltak a létezés, miközben a létezésből mégis ki voltak zárva, vagyis oly közel estek a létezéshez, hogy azonossá váltak vele, és a létezés nem látszik soha, így hát ha itt voltak is, amikor...

…strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day…

The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or...

Beauty is in the strangest places. A piece of garbage floating in the wind. And that beauty exists in America. It exists everywhere. You have to develop an eye for it and be able to...

Dream Song:As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.

With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in...

When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust

Along with rising and falling water, winter is the province of wind. When the sea-breath and mountain-roar bend the hemlocks of these hills, the birds hang on as best they can.