wind

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01184ff	Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.	wisdom-in-life pain freedom learning beauty inspirational-life inspirational-quotes life-and-living living inspiring life-lessons life wisdom inspirational living-life heal growing flying healing painful flight wisdom-quotes growth hurt wind experience wings hurting	C. JoyBell C.
fc69efc	It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.	winter wind sun summer	Charles Dickens
41c7cb7	A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.	winter fear forest george-r-r-martin a-song-of-ice-and-fire the-wall north coldness trees wind snow	George R.R. Martin
14ba1d8	Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.	wind	J.R.R. Tolkien
d6c6f8a	The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.	rebecca road wind sky house sea blood	Daphne DuMaurier
78e26ef	And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?	metaphor simile rain copy mimic shakespearean poetic fall wind cry crying despair wit howl	Mervyn Peake
6a3e1b5	If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone	fate love ka susan susan-delgado wizard-and-glass roland stephen-king wind	Stephen King
1da6da3	So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.	morning wind sky sea	Virginia Woolf
1837f33	-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.	die-trust wind	Christine Feehan
b974376	A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.	life inspirational sailor ship wind	Avi
da4b34b	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?	rain nature lightning thunder wind	Ray Bradbury
b514a66	For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.	wind	Haruki Murakami
1e621d9	When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.	stars sand wind sky french	Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
3f9c401	"Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched--by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever." (p.33)"	madness prayer depression god asymmetry atlantic blind-man blossom left-eye living-things nineteen-years-old power-of-sight clock tree sacraments bones starlight apple wind autumn colors smile questions mirror horror journey eyes	Tim Willocks
01526fd	...this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath...	sailing wind sea ocean	Gary Paulsen
098e7d4	I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)	loneliness travel wind	Bret Easton Ellis
23dc6cb	Music burst through him, perfect notes he hear rarely. Fire and ice, wind and calm, sky and earth, water and rock all fused together. Joley seemed as wild and turbulent s the sea, yet beneath her fiery passion, at the very core of her, she was as forceful and strong and as constant as the deepest ocean currents. Ilya seemed as calm as a windless sea, yet beneath the surface smoldered a volcano of such explosive magnitude, his power could easily sweep everything from his path. Together they completed each other, his melody and hers merging together into a single, perfect harmony.	wind perfect harmony sea	Christine Feehan
81b5343	Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.	bats dialogue-over-a-ouija-board ouija foliage leaves november bat fall wind	Sylvia Plath
acbe81c	It is He who makes the lightning flash upon you, inspiring you with fear and hope, and gathers up the heavy clouds. The thunder sounds His praises, and the angels, too, in awe of him. He hurls his thunderbolts at whom He pleases. Yet the unbelievers wrangle about God.	maruts old-man rudra wild-hunt odin wind fates zeus	Anonymous
64bc71f	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, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.	world fear whispers wind needles forgetfulness dead nightmare memory	Christopher Pike
da6f315	"Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire."	wind	Frances Hodgson Burnett
53a86fa	Some words are wind, ser. Some are treason.	words wind	George R.R. Martin
a32e6fc	What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?	macabre nature melt melting poetic wind naked sun sunlight die dying	Kahlil Gibran
fda360a	The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.	light life hand-of-life windy wind sun sunlight	Kahlil Gibran
fc995e5	Words are wind, but wind can fan a fire. My father and my uncle fought words with steel and flame. We shall fight words with words, and put out the fires before they start.	words words-of-wisdom steel words-are-dangerous words-are-powerful words-as-weapons fire-and-blood wind flame	George R.R. Martin
a8f0ef9	"What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river the moon swam, breasting the waves and disappearing again in the darkness. I walked up and down, drinking in the beauty of the quiet earth and the changing sky. The night was absolutely silent. Nothing seemed to be abroad. There was no scurrying of rabbits, or twitter of the half-asleep birds. And though the clouds went sailing across the sky, the wind that drove them never came low enough to rustle the dead leaves in the woodland paths. Across the meadows I could see the church tower standing out black and grey against the sky. ("Man Size In Marble")"	wind sky night	E. Nesbit
4b1cc7c	There are always waves on the water. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small, and sometimes they are almost imperceptible. The water's waves are churned up by the winds, which come and go and vary in direction and intensity, just as do the winds of stress and change in our lives, which stir up the waves in our minds.	mind churned-up waves mindfulness wind meditation stress water	Jon Kabat-Zinn
7ce3f0f	Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.	daenerys-targaryen khal-drogo wind	George R.R. Martin
1ef95ff	Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear!	petals-on-the-wind vc-andrews premonition roses wind gothic	V.C. Andrews
fab681e	Lords of fire and earth and water, Lords of moon and wind and sky, Come now to the Old Man's daughter, Come from fathers long gone by. Bring blue from a distance eye. Lords of water, earth, and fire, Lords of wind and snow and rain, Give to my heart's desire. Life as all life comes with pain, But blue will come to us again.	earth pain rain heart moon sky-life eye lords wind fire water desire snow	Madeleine L'Engle
5df06f6	Things can change quickly in the game of thrones. Words are wind, and the wind is always blowing at the Wall.	wind	George R.R. Martin
1815a85	"The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? "What has this god of yours ever really done for you?" She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. "Everything."	quote a-voice-in-the-wind a-voice-in-the-wind-quote francine francine-rivers francine-rivers-quote the in rivers wind voice	Francine Rivers
83dc6d2	No one ever remembered a nice day. But no one ever forget the feel of paralyzed fish, the thud of walnut-sized hail against a horse's flank, or the way a superheated wind could turn your eyes to burlap.	wind weather	Erik Larson
054b07d	If I provide for this life and turn away from the Lord, I am wise for a moment, but lost forever.	quote a-voice-in-the-wind a-voice-in-the-wind-quote francine francine-rivers francine-rivers-quote the in rivers wind voice	Francine Rivers
a59e5c8	Islanders too are for sculpting.	wind	Seamus Heaney
e4c945c	"7 Up soda pop mixed with bright pink grenadine with a chemical-tasting maraschino cherry stuck to the plastic straw. It was one of those drinks marketed for children, but Mandy could see that she wasn't the only adult ordering one. For some reason or other these old-fashioned restaurants always seemed to attract old ladies ordering strawberry Jell-O with whipped cream, truck drivers ordering "worms and dirt" (chocolate pudding with Oreo cookies squished over the top in a glass bowl, fruit-flavoured gummy worms over the cookie crumbs) and businessmen trying not to get syrup from their hot fudge sundaes on their neckties and tailored suits. Mandy figured that maybe they were all trying to grasp a time way back in the past when they were all little children, excitedly ordering desert for a special occasion under the warm incandescent light from above, cheerful and bouncing music filling their minds. Hurriedly she ate the food, paid the tab and hurried back to her car in the bitter wind, not wanting to stick around for very long."	music adult bounce businessman cherry shirley-temple swiss-chalet diner canada growing-up kid wind car desert childhood memory snow	Rebecca McNutt
1858578	"The winds must come from somewhere when they blow...There must be reasons why the leaves decay. (From Auden's "If I Could Tell You"	leaves winds wind	Alexander McCall Smith
d726a75	The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? 'What has this god of yours ever really done for you?' She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. 'Everything.	a-voice-in-the-wind a-voice-in-the-wind-quote francine francine-rivers francine-rivers-quote the in rivers wind voice	Francine Rivers
abd5500	We came on the wind of the carnival. Eight and a half long years ago, on a wind that seemed to promise so much; a mad wind, full of confetti and scented with smoke and pancakes cooked by the side of the road. The pancake stall is still there, and the crowds that line the side of the street, and the flower-decked cart with its motley crew of fairies, wolves and witches. I bought a from that very stall. I bought one now, to remember. Still as good, just the right side of burnt, and the flavors- butter and salt and rye- help reawaken the memory.	reminiscing pancakes flavors wind	Joanne Harris

01184ff

Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.

wisdom-in-life pain freedom learning beauty inspirational-life inspirational-quotes life-and-living living inspiring life-lessons life wisdom inspirational living-life heal growing flying healing painful flight wisdom-quotes growth hurt wind experience wings hurting

C. JoyBell C.

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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

winter wind sun summer

Charles Dickens

41c7cb7

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

winter fear forest george-r-r-martin a-song-of-ice-and-fire the-wall north coldness trees wind snow

George R.R. Martin

14ba1d8

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.

wind

J.R.R. Tolkien

d6c6f8a

The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.

rebecca road wind sky house sea blood

Daphne DuMaurier

78e26ef

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

metaphor simile rain copy mimic shakespearean poetic fall wind cry crying despair wit howl

Mervyn Peake

6a3e1b5

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

fate love ka susan susan-delgado wizard-and-glass roland stephen-king wind

Stephen King

1da6da3

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

morning wind sky sea

Virginia Woolf

1837f33

-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.

die-trust wind

Christine Feehan

b974376

A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.

life inspirational sailor ship wind

Avi

da4b34b

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?

rain nature lightning thunder wind

Ray Bradbury

b514a66

For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.

wind

Haruki Murakami

1e621d9

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.

stars sand wind sky french

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

3f9c401

"Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched--by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever." (p.33)"

madness prayer depression god asymmetry atlantic blind-man blossom left-eye living-things nineteen-years-old power-of-sight clock tree sacraments bones starlight apple wind autumn colors smile questions mirror horror journey eyes

Tim Willocks

01526fd

...this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath...

sailing wind sea ocean

Gary Paulsen

098e7d4

I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)

loneliness travel wind

Bret Easton Ellis

23dc6cb

Music burst through him, perfect notes he hear rarely. Fire and ice, wind and calm, sky and earth, water and rock all fused together. Joley seemed as wild and turbulent s the sea, yet beneath her fiery passion, at the very core of her, she was as forceful and strong and as constant as the deepest ocean currents. Ilya seemed as calm as a windless sea, yet beneath the surface smoldered a volcano of such explosive magnitude, his power could easily sweep everything from his path. Together they completed each other, his melody and hers merging together into a single, perfect harmony.

wind perfect harmony sea

Christine Feehan

81b5343

Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.

bats dialogue-over-a-ouija-board ouija foliage leaves november bat fall wind

Sylvia Plath

acbe81c

It is He who makes the lightning flash upon you, inspiring you with fear and hope, and gathers up the heavy clouds. The thunder sounds His praises, and the angels, too, in awe of him. He hurls his thunderbolts at whom He pleases. Yet the unbelievers wrangle about God.

maruts old-man rudra wild-hunt odin wind fates zeus

Anonymous

64bc71f

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, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.

world fear whispers wind needles forgetfulness dead nightmare memory

Christopher Pike

da6f315

"Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire."

wind

Frances Hodgson Burnett

53a86fa

Some words are wind, ser. Some are treason.

words wind

George R.R. Martin

a32e6fc

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

macabre nature melt melting poetic wind naked sun sunlight die dying

Kahlil Gibran

fda360a

The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.

light life hand-of-life windy wind sun sunlight

Kahlil Gibran

fc995e5

Words are wind, but wind can fan a fire. My father and my uncle fought words with steel and flame. We shall fight words with words, and put out the fires before they start.

words words-of-wisdom steel words-are-dangerous words-are-powerful words-as-weapons fire-and-blood wind flame

George R.R. Martin

a8f0ef9

"What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river the moon swam, breasting the waves and disappearing again in the darkness. I walked up and down, drinking in the beauty of the quiet earth and the changing sky. The night was absolutely silent. Nothing seemed to be abroad. There was no scurrying of rabbits, or twitter of the half-asleep birds. And though the clouds went sailing across the sky, the wind that drove them never came low enough to rustle the dead leaves in the woodland paths. Across the meadows I could see the church tower standing out black and grey against the sky. ("Man Size In Marble")"

wind sky night

E. Nesbit

4b1cc7c

There are always waves on the water. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small, and sometimes they are almost imperceptible. The water's waves are churned up by the winds, which come and go and vary in direction and intensity, just as do the winds of stress and change in our lives, which stir up the waves in our minds.

mind churned-up waves mindfulness wind meditation stress water

Jon Kabat-Zinn

7ce3f0f

Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.

daenerys-targaryen khal-drogo wind

George R.R. Martin

1ef95ff

Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear!

petals-on-the-wind vc-andrews premonition roses wind gothic

V.C. Andrews

fab681e

Lords of fire and earth and water, Lords of moon and wind and sky, Come now to the Old Man's daughter, Come from fathers long gone by. Bring blue from a distance eye. Lords of water, earth, and fire, Lords of wind and snow and rain, Give to my heart's desire. Life as all life comes with pain, But blue will come to us again.

earth pain rain heart moon sky-life eye lords wind fire water desire snow

Madeleine L'Engle

5df06f6

Things can change quickly in the game of thrones. Words are wind, and the wind is always blowing at the Wall.

wind

George R.R. Martin

1815a85

"The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? "What has this god of yours ever really done for you?" She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. "Everything."

quote a-voice-in-the-wind a-voice-in-the-wind-quote francine francine-rivers francine-rivers-quote the in rivers wind voice

Francine Rivers

83dc6d2

No one ever remembered a nice day. But no one ever forget the feel of paralyzed fish, the thud of walnut-sized hail against a horse's flank, or the way a superheated wind could turn your eyes to burlap.

wind weather

Erik Larson

054b07d

If I provide for this life and turn away from the Lord, I am wise for a moment, but lost forever.

quote a-voice-in-the-wind a-voice-in-the-wind-quote francine francine-rivers francine-rivers-quote the in rivers wind voice

Francine Rivers

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Islanders too are for sculpting.

wind

Seamus Heaney

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"7 Up soda pop mixed with bright pink grenadine with a chemical-tasting maraschino cherry stuck to the plastic straw. It was one of those drinks marketed for children, but Mandy could see that she wasn't the only adult ordering one. For some reason or other these old-fashioned restaurants always seemed to attract old ladies ordering strawberry Jell-O with whipped cream, truck drivers ordering "worms and dirt" (chocolate pudding with Oreo cookies squished over the top in a glass bowl, fruit-flavoured gummy worms over the cookie crumbs) and businessmen trying not to get syrup from their hot fudge sundaes on their neckties and tailored suits. Mandy figured that maybe they were all trying to grasp a time way back in the past when they were all little children, excitedly ordering desert for a special occasion under the warm incandescent light from above, cheerful and bouncing music filling their minds. Hurriedly she ate the food, paid the tab and hurried back to her car in the bitter wind, not wanting to stick around for very long."

music adult bounce businessman cherry shirley-temple swiss-chalet diner canada growing-up kid wind car desert childhood memory snow

Rebecca McNutt

1858578

"The winds must come from somewhere when they blow...There must be reasons why the leaves decay. (From Auden's "If I Could Tell You"

leaves winds wind

Alexander McCall Smith

d726a75

The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? 'What has this god of yours ever really done for you?' She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. 'Everything.

a-voice-in-the-wind a-voice-in-the-wind-quote francine francine-rivers francine-rivers-quote the in rivers wind voice

Francine Rivers

abd5500

We came on the wind of the carnival. Eight and a half long years ago, on a wind that seemed to promise so much; a mad wind, full of confetti and scented with smoke and pancakes cooked by the side of the road. The pancake stall is still there, and the crowds that line the side of the street, and the flower-decked cart with its motley crew of fairies, wolves and witches. I bought a from that very stall. I bought one now, to remember. Still as good, just the right side of burnt, and the flavors- butter and salt and rye- help reawaken the memory.

reminiscing pancakes flavors wind

Joanne Harris