A good idea is like a lighted match, easily blown out by the cold winds of rigid management. — Richard Kinder Copy Share Image
“There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.” — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
You may not understand me but I hear you so well. Your voice comes in the cold wind , a tune I… — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Cold winds are disagreeable, hot winds enervating, moist winds unhealthy. — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
Tiers of mountains Cold wind feet Not need fan Ice cold through Moon shines bright Mist covers everything Sit all alone One… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people. — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
I opened my heart wide trying to catch a dream only to realize I merely caught a cold wind blowing through leaving… — T2 Copy Share Image
“A cold wind always blows towards you from the doors you have not opened in your life, and it is as if… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“One time, as the cold wind blew and she kept watch over the playground, Aomame realized she believed in God. It was… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Elisa thought how empty the prayers sounded. The words rattled around in the ancient rafters and then returned to them like dead… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“There was a cold wind out on the street. It picked up the dust, whirled it about and suddenly scattered it, flinging… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
Happiness just wasn't part of the job description back then. You tried to find a helpmate to keep the cold wind and… — Robin Green Copy Share Image
“Take me home. But this was home, Jace’s arms surrounding her, the cold wind of Alicante in their clothes, her fingers digging… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
the cold winds of insecurity... hadn't shredded the dreamy chrysalis of his childhood. He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder… — Harold Brodkey Copy Share Image
“To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered, and rising very slowly to… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
How strange it is, our little procession of life! The child says, "When I am a big boy." But what is that?… — Stephen Leacock Copy Share Image
“Have we met?” I asked. “Because I don't recognize you at all.” “Then by all means, allow me to introduce myself,” Harry… — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“… Exhausting climbs lay ahead. It was Sunday … May 17th … The path seemed to climb from dawn till dusk, the… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
Wine makes all things possible. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, The Mystery Knight A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
“One pioneer remembered seeing “an open bleak prairie, the cold wind howling overhead…a new-made grave, a woman and three children sitting near… — Gail Collins Copy Share Image
“He walked steadily, feeling them behind him. His stride did not falter; he pretended they weren’t there. He pretended that all was… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“tagged along. He felt that Marvin was now his responsibility, and he wanted to keep an eye on him. No telling what… — Frankie Gaye Copy Share Image
“About sexuality of English mice. A warm perfume is growing little by little in the room. An orchard scent, a caramelized sugar… — Philippe DELERM Copy Share Image
“He would like to burrow under the earth like a bulb, like a root, to where it is still warm. To hibernate… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“Last night, there was a moment before you got into bed. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little - talking. It… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“Reading is like skiing. When done well, when done by an expert, both reading and skiing are graceful, harmonious, activities. When done… — Mortimer J. Adler Copy Share Image
“I do not believe in the government of the lash, if any one of you ever expects to whip your children again,… — Robert G. Ingersoll Copy Share Image
But not luck brought us here. By design clear air and cold wind polish the river lights, by design we are to… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
“Last year there was a shadow of a man in the upstairs porch. The doors were closed in the middle of the… — Pinkberry Copy Share Image
Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown… — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
