“Wolf Star shines on wintry high; Gazing northward by and by. Ice and snow on shorelines lie; Wind and spirits haunt the… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
When I was a teenager, the number one book I was most obsessed with was 'Gone with the Wind. — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Love is like racing across the frozen tundra on a snowmobile which flips over, trapping you underneath. At night, the ice-weasels come. — Matt Groening Copy Share Image
Confucius once said that a bear could not fart at the North Pole without causing a big wind in Chicago. — Philip Jose Farmer Copy Share Image
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. — John Milton Copy Share Image
I feel like I've got far more gay fans in America... Maybe they caught wind that I have a cute Jewish brother… — Jessie Ware Copy Share Image
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! — William Blake Copy Share Image
“the wind is scary.. during a tornado or in life in general.. never know when a gust is going to come in… — David Walsh Copy Share Image
We need winds and tempests to exercise our faith, to tear off the rotten bough of self-dependence, and to root us more… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The river is constantly turning and bending and you never know where it's going to go and where you'll wind up. Following… — Eartha Kitt Copy Share Image
The wind is a natural way to loosen and release dead leaves and branches, just as emotional and life-situation storms are opportunities… — Doreen Virtue Copy Share Image
Now you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I could run like the wind blows. From that day on, if… — Winston Groom Copy Share Image
17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch… — Ryūnosuke Akutagawa Copy Share Image
O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I rewrite my books many times before submitting them, and after my editor takes a look I wind up rewriting some more!… — Wendelin Van Draanen Copy Share Image
The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
The sunshine filtered in through the billowing white curtains. Tatiana knew there would be only an instant, a brief flicker of time… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
I am pleased enough with the surfaces - in fact they alone seem to me to be of much importance. Such things… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
May you find in the nectar of life, the sweetness of hope in your heart, feel the comfort of song birds in… — Laurel Burch Copy Share Image
There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind… — Derrick Jensen Copy Share Image
I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
