Quote by Paul Bowles Download Open image ““The wind blew the dust along the ground into his mouth as he sang.”” — Paul Bowles ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Out here, there was salt on the wind itself that fell on your skin like rain. You could taste it. Out here the sun… — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“Throughout the meal, Windy’s voice blew over them, smooth and steady. It didn’t matter what he was saying.” — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan… — Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“He didn’t scream hysterically or stand up and kick the headstone or any of that. He put his face on his knees and listened as the wind from the mountains mercilessly leveled everything in its path. He remembered the person who had helped him fly with the wind instead of being beaten down by it, and he cried quietly into… — Amy Lane Copy Share
“You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“The wind blows through him, cleansing. Salt and distance, smell of the deep.” — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
“Do not be dust in the wind, but the wind that creates the dust storm.” — E.W. Greenlee Copy Share Image
“The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Then, as the storm burst round him, he rose slowly to his feet and turned his closed eyes toward the Sea. And the world… — W.E.B. DuBois Copy Share Image
“When I was young” … “Before I was twenty, I mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus,… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth,… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
Illness reduces man to his basic state: a cloaca in which the chemical processes continue. The meaningless hegemony of the involuntary. — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
“You know what?” he said with great earnestness. “I think we’re both afraid of the same thing. And for the same reason. We’ve never… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
“... how could any young man merely sit back and wait for divine justice to take its course? It was asking the impossible.” — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
“There could be nothing, he reflected, to equal a government which was simply the honest enforcement, by means of the sword, of the laws… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
Not all the ravages caused by our merciless age are tangible ones. The subtler forms of destruction, those involving only the human spirit, are… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
“What a wonderful thing to be an American!" he said impetuously. "Yes," said Dyar automatically, never having given much thought to what it would… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
“How peaceful it was, with the light evening breeze stirring the small leaves of the grapevine that clustered around the electric bulb, making the… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
