Quotes About Windy

Quotes tagged as "windy" (showing 1-9 of 9)
Vera Nazarian
“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.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Kahlil Gibran
“The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Kamand Kojouri
“A poetess is not as selfish
as you assume.
After months of agonising
over her marriage of words—the bride—
and spaces—the groom,
she knows that as soon
as she has penned the poem,
it’s yours to consume.
So, without giving it a think,
she blows on the ink
and the letters fly away
like dandelions on a windy day,
landing on hands and lips,
on hearts and hips.
But more often than not,
you can easily spot
them trodden and forgotten,
becoming sodden and rotten.
Yet, she will continue to make
what’s others to take
because selfishness
is not the mark of a poetess.”
Kamand Kojouri

Larry McMurtry
“Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.”
Larry McMurtry, The Last Kind Words Saloon

T.S. Eliot
“The lamp hummed:
'Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain."
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.”
T.S. Eliot

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Oh, mightiest wind,
wilt thou cease thy breathing in
and hold thy exhales?”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

Giorge Leedy
“Exiting the building, we shield our eyes with our hands and raise our voices. The wind has really picked up and is sending dirt, dust and debris airborne. A few windblown pedestrians, struggling to walk down the sidewalk, appear as though they might get blown away.
I ask Tiger where he wants to go.
"ANYWHERE…I DON'T CARE. AS LONG AS IT'S NOT FAR."
"LET'S GRAB A CAB. WE CAN'T WALK IN THIS."
As I open the backdoor of a Yellow Cab parked at the curb, the cabbie turns and gives me a mean look. "Are you the Floro's?" he asked.
Tiger follows me into the backseat, as I answer- That we are.
Tiger asked, "And you are?"
The cabbie grunts- "ALEXANDER the fuck'n GREAT.”
Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one love me at all?”
Ishmael Emmanuel Balfour

Richelle E. Goodrich
“The wind is made of haunting souls
that moan and groan
in whistles and whispers.
This ghostly choir chills the breeze
and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps
on my skin.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

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