Quote by Thomas Pynchon Download Open image ““She is prey to interior winds he never felt.”” — Thomas Pynchon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She loves him so but he didn't stay. The wind can't blow this storm away.” — Phoebe Stone Copy Share Image
“She had the feeling that if she went home, she might never get away. She thought of birds caught in nets. There was something… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“She looked at him with eyes of sadness, which was worse than accusation. When she turned away to stare at his wall of achievements… — James L. Rubart Copy Share Image
“She was the storm, could be found by the sea, sometimes lost in the tides. He was the calm, gently embracing her currents, guiding… — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“She was the only solace he could find in the storm raging around him, like a lighthouse shining through the darkness of a violent… — Katie Jennings Copy Share Image
“She appears quiet and subdued. The paradox: Raging storms twirl inside her.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“I can’t see the wind. I can only see the effects of the wind, namely your love always being carried away from me.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“Like a kite, carried by the wind, he followed her into the fluffy white clouds of her imagination. He didn't think her silly for… — Jaeda DeWalt Copy Share Image
“Nothing in her world aligns to the surreality of her dreams. She can feel his presence, his warmth, his depth of intent pressing against… — Truth Devour Copy Share Image
“How strange tonight, this city. As if something trembled below its surface, waiting to burst through.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“It was one of those great iron afternoons in London: the yellow sun being teased apart by a thoasand chimneys breathing, fawning upward without… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Surely for as long as there have been nights as bad as this one---something to raise the possibility of another night that could actually,… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“People read what news they wanted to and each accordingly built his own rathouse of history's rags and straws.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Out of that night and day of unconditional wrath, folks would've expected to see any city, if it survived, all newly reborn, purified by… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“As spread thighs are to the libertine...so was the letter V to young Stencil.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Oedipa wondered whether, at the end of this (if it were supposed to end), she too might not be left with only compiled memories… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“remember didn't you sneak away from camp to have a moment alone with What you felt stirring across the land . . . it… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Through rain...then through dreaming glass, green with the evening. And herself in chair, old-fashioned, bonneted, looking west over the deck of Earth, inferno red… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“She knew instinctively: he will be fine as the fraternity boy just out of an Ivy League school who knows he will never stop… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
