“I am either lacerated or ill at ease and occasionally subject to gusts of life” — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“While the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Once the seed of love peneterates deep down and takes its root, it cannot be blown away, even by the immortal gusts… — Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal Copy Share Image
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“In the height of the gusts, in my high position, where the seas did not break, I found myself compelled to cling… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“The skies we slept under were too uncertain for forecasts. They came and went on the moody gusts of the Atlantic, bringing… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“Over its waters the willows drooped their long hair, bucking in the gusts as if with sobs. Against the dark surface she… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Relatively mild gusts of wind blow some trees down. Graceful palm trees, for example, are lovely to look at but will not… — Joseph B. Wirthlin Copy Share Image
Listen. The trees in this story are stirring, trembling, readjusting themselves. A breeze is coming in gusts off the sea, and it… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
“Scents, patterns of light and shade, winds and hurricanes — all pulsed inwardly through my own sinews and veins: so much so,… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
