Breeze Quote by William Wordsworth Download Open image “Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” — William Wordsworth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breeze Dance Dancing Fluttering
A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day. — Susan Abulhawa Copy Share Image
The movement of the waves, of winds, of the earth is ever in the same lasting harmony. We do not stand on the beach… — Isadora Duncan Copy Share Image
“As the sun began to rise, the man reached out to the woman, and they clasped hands. He cradled her, and languidly they lifted… — Hannah Fielding Copy Share Image
Believe me, I grow daily more convinced that the atmosphere is an inexhaustible source of countless beauties. It is up to we artists to… — Mario de Sa-Carneiro Copy Share Image
Dancing has a continuity of its own that need not be dependent upon either the rise or fall of sound or the pitch and… — Merce Cunningham Copy Share Image
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills.… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's… — Ovid Copy Share Image
You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the earth belong… — Brian Jacques Copy Share Image
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze. — Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Copy Share Image
“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He’s got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your… — Wumen Huikai Copy Share Image
Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching… — Esther Hicks Copy Share Image
A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
