Quote by Zoraida Córdova Download Open image ““No need to shout at the wind.” I”” — Zoraida Córdova ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes.” — A.A. Milne Copy Share Image
“Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows.” — Native American Proverb Copy Share Image
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“Just because I stay calm, doesn't mean that I have no wind in my sails.” — Anthony t hincks Copy Share Image
“Seize the wind," I whispered. "Don't become the kite that never flies.” — Elizabeth Lim Copy Share Image
“You don't want to become so open minded that the wind whistles between your ears.” — Terrence McKenna Copy Share Image
“His knuckles are thick with calluses that come from repeatedly beating on things.” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Enough,” the horned man says. “I am Agosto, Faun King of the Meadow del Sol, and these are my kin. We live here safely… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Impatience will get you killed almost as quickly as fear, boy.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“remember the night of my Deathday. The portal opened up, and she was on the other side, waiting, her face hidden by the horned… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“it looks like one of them shifts in midair. Her wings elongate to a massive wingspan, and hands with claws form at the tips.… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“If you can’t learn to sacrifice the small things, you’ll never get the thing you’re after.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“His skin is the green of aging leaves, and his body is covered in thorny vines that move like extended limbs. He raises his… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Are you hungry?” a girl asks. She’s got wild curls and light-brown skin that is run through with green lines, like a birch tree.… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“At the head of the table, where the roots of the fallen tree create a high, twisted chair, is a man. His chest is… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
