The horrors of the Second World War, the chilling winds of the Cold War and the crushing weight of the Iron Curtain… — Jan Peter Balkenende Copy Share Image
“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
In the Ramtops village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no-one is finally dead until the… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
He walked with long, ungraceful strides, enormous feet adding to the spectacle, and he sat a horse as if leaning into a… — James I. Robertson, Jr Copy Share Image
But some animals, like some men, leave a trail of glory behind them. They give their spirit to the place where they… — Marguerite Henry Copy Share Image
'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind. — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
If the wind is blowing like stink and everything is working right, a twelve-meter sailboat can go eleven and a half or… — P. J. O'Rourke Copy Share Image
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The seeds of the life of fishes are everywhere disseminated, whether the winds waft them, or the waters float them, or the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“The wind of the world was wild, and it mocked human expectations. But it wasn't the wind that carried you. It was… — Alex London Copy Share Image
By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The mountains and moors, the wild uplands, are to be staked out like vampires in the sun, their chests pierced with rows… — Paul Kingsnorth Copy Share Image
Words are as beautiful as wind horses, and sometimes as difficult to corral. — Ted Berkman Copy Share Image
Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere Underneath my being is a road that disappeared Late at night I hear… — Eddie Vedder Copy Share Image
Walking aft a few feet we stand at the steering gear of the ship. There is no cozy; wheel-house on the bridge… — Paul J. H. Schoemaker Copy Share Image
The motives that lead us to do anything might be arranged like the thirty-two winds and might be given names on the… — Georg C. Lichtenberg Copy Share Image
My present post amounts to about 700 thaler, and when there are rather more funerals than usual, the fees rise in proportion;… — Johann Sebastian Bach Copy Share Image
You never have the wind with you - either it is against you or you're having a good day. — Daniel Behrman Copy Share Image
Life is a maze of doors and they all open from the side you're on. Just keep on pushing hard boy, try… — Cat Stevens Copy Share Image
“Happy Families. What's that all about, eh? A bloody busted flush is what it is. You surround yourself with other people so… — Mike Carey Copy Share Image
