I am either lacerated or ill at ease and occasionally…

Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.

— Neal Cassady

“Shards of glass fell down like lacerated rain”

— Rebecca Godfrey

There is nothing quite as unpleasant as wearing a pair of briefs which have been trailed through a Calcutta courtyard. Nothing, that is, except…

— Tahir Shah

“In the height of the gusts, in my high position, where the seas did not break, I found myself compelled to cling tightly to…

— Jack London

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts…

— George Eliot

“While the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with gusts of…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.

— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

“Scents, patterns of light and shade, winds and hurricanes — all pulsed inwardly through my own sinews and veins: so much so, indeed, that…

— Simone de Beauvoir

“Over its waters the willows drooped their long hair, bucking in the gusts as if with sobs. Against the dark surface she could make…

— Anonymous

Listen. The trees in this story are stirring, trembling, readjusting themselves. A breeze is coming in gusts off the sea, and it is almost…

— Maggie O'Farrell

“The skies we slept under were too uncertain for forecasts. They came and went on the moody gusts of the Atlantic, bringing half a…

— Niall Williams

Relatively mild gusts of wind blow some trees down. Graceful palm trees, for example, are lovely to look at but will not stand up…

— Joseph B. Wirthlin

“Once the seed of love peneterates deep down and takes its root, it cannot be blown away, even by the immortal gusts of wind!”

— Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal

The wind came in languid gusts like whispered reminders.

— James Franco

There's a distinct unease about Americans when they are outside the United States. I can't say quite what it is, but they are easily…

— Lawrence Osborne