The days float on like a feather in the wind, but at the end of the week, I’m still a chicken. Taste my truth.

When friendship matures into love, the ship makes the friends stable in the tempests and storms of love

… ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane …(from gleaning granules)

While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to...

Era come una mano di colore data sul venticello, sui muri gialletti della borgata, sui prati, sui carretti, sugli autobus coi grappoli agli sportelli. Una mano di colore ch’era tutta l’allegria e la miseria delle...

Were I the wind, I’d blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world.

Feathers blowing in the wind is no more a bird than a pile of crumpled up receipts from champagne, chocolate, and flower purchases is a true indication that a man loves a woman.

Stand strong, firm and rooted like a solid tree. Though distractions may cause you to waver, remain balanced and calm. Otherwise, you will surely snap in half and fall to the ground at the slightest...

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny...

It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: ‘there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this....

Intriguing isn’t it? One day you are the king of your world. And the next day, you stand aside, watching it all burn. Ashes slipping out of your hand, you just stand and stare, your...

It’s so windy tonight the window is rattling. I guess it’s time to turn off my fan and turn on my anti-hurricane machine that’s powered by love.

The sky smashed into my face, but I didn’t say anything, because aside from a warm breeze, I didn’t feel anything.

To power the country by building 186,000 fifty-story wind turbines – and running 19,000 miles of new transmission lines – just seems impractical and preposterous compared to the idea of building a hundred new nuclear...

There isn’t a single windmill owner in Holland who doesn’t have a second job, for when there is no wind.

Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that I’m not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that’s...

and half of learning to play is learning what not to playand she’s learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to sayand she’s trying to sing just enough so that the air around...

If I waste all my charity, all I’ll wind up with in the end is the wind. Still, I think I want to be the Dandelion of Love.

I’m not an elected official who puts a finger in the wind to see what the majority thinks; I represent women, whether they’re popular or not.

Music gives inspiration…one that sounds windy with humming sound, such can put you in a trance, only to come back and discover some witty ideas.

Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?

Sopra i tetti delle case si vedevano striscioni di nubi, sfregati e pestati dal vento, che, lassù, doveva soffiare libero come aveva soffiato al principio del mondo.

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong,...

It was not a bed with curtains, but a bed with doors like shutters. This may not seem like a nice way of having a bed, but we would all be glad of the wooden...

Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.

…my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away – to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me…

I had the Big Horn river explored from Wind River mountain to my place of embarkation.

Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life’s goal.

Constantly stopping to explain oneself may expand into a frustrating burden for the rare individual, so ceasing to do so is like finally dropping the weights and sprinting towards his goals. Those who insincerely misunderstand,...

I don’t break wind—I repair it. I am the anti politician, because when one speaks, he farts through his mouth, and the people always suffer.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little...

Sometimes a man must throw caution to the wind.

It will help immensely.

I listen to the sound of India’s voices for the last time . Laughter ripples like water . A prayer is a single note held long . There is so much life here . And...

Day or night, I can’t see the wind. But at night, it feels like I can see it even less. What’s less visible than invisible?

The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.

Fanatics are like debris following the course of the wind, they are swept around like sand, and convinced to believe in what they do not understand.

The wind at Candlestick tonight is blowing with great propensity.

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.Suddenly, you know you are alive.