T Quotes
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“The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It's the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it - no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything.”
“The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind.”
Source: DUNE
“The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind. This is the willow's purpose.”
Source: DUNE
“The willow tree plays the water like a harp.”
“The willow turns his back on inclement weather. And if he can do it, we can do it.”
“The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Sir Walter Scott (Illustrated)
“The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of a loftier character.”
“The wind always brings us back to the same wall”
“The wind always seems to blow against catchers when they are running.”
“The wind and sky know that there is no joy in unlimited freedom”
“The wind and the grass and something in the sky, sun, or moon, shining on our backs as we run: They are gifts that humans toss away like socks on Christmas morning, because we see them every day and don't think of them as gifts anymore. But new socks are always better than old socks. And the wind and grass and sky, I think, are better seen with new eyes than jaded ones. I hope my eyes will never grow old.”
Source: Hunted
“The wind and the rain, gives this place a gleam that just isn't natural. And the ground, alive with crawling things, crawling death.”
“The wind and the sea and the storm were his domain and I wanted nothing to do with them any longer. I just wanted Cain.”
Source: Stay
“The wind and the sun are free.”
“The wind announces itself through my open bedroom window. Sheet music is blown face down onto my floor, but the birds outside sing it from memory. Accompanying them are four steady-sounding knocks on my door, very evenly spaced, about mezzo-piano, my mom must be practicing drums too.
"Let's leave now, so we get a good view for the parade," my mom adds lyrics through the closed door.”
Source: Drummond: Learning to find himself in the music
“The wind at Candlestick tonight is blowing with great propensity.”
“The wind at the top of the mountain is always the strongest, but if you do not give up, the journey down will always be easier.”
“The wind at the window celebrated her dark sensation of having attained a new depth of solitude.”
Source: The Sheltering Sky
“The wind bit hard at Valley Forge one Christmas.
Soldiers tied rags on their feet.
Red footprints wrote on the snow...”
Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg
“The wind blew steadily in from the desert seeping the sand in low, thin sheets. Afternoon waned, the sun sank, twilight crept over the barren waste. There were no sounds but the seep of sand, the moan of wind, the mourn of wolf. Loneliness came with the night that mantled Beauty Stanton’s grave. Shadows trooped in from the desert and the darkness grew black. On that slope the wind always blew, and always the sand seeped, dusting over everything, imperceptibly changing the surface of the earth. The desert was still at work. Nature was no respecter of graves. Life was nothing. Radiant, cold stars blinked pitilessly out of the vast blue-black vault of heaven. But there hovered a spirit beside this woman’s last resting-place — a spirit like the night, sad, lonely, silent, mystical, immense.
And as it hovered over hers so it hovered over other nameless graves.
In the eternal workshop of nature, the tenants of these unnamed and forgotten graves would mingle dust of good with dust of evil, and by the divinity of death resolve equally into the elements again.”
Source: The U. P. Trail
“The wind blew through the window. The trousers swayed. Doubtless when they were on Mr. Craggs, the trousers looked splendid and went perfectly well together with his body. But like this, isolated in space, Mr. Cragg's trousers were nightmarish.
The wind blew through the window. As they swayed, the trousers were alive. A shot, truncated, square creature consisting entirely of legs, belly and what went with them. And now it would get down and start walking among people and over people and grow and...”
Source: Islanders & The Fisher of Men
“The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.”
Source: The Titan's curse
“The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the frost falls and the rain:
A weary heart went thankful to rest,
And must rise to toil again, ‘gain,
And must rise to toil again.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And there comes good luck and bad;
The thriftiest man is the cheerfulest;
’Tis a thriftless thing to be sad, sad,
’Tis a thriftless thing to be sad.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west;
Ye shall know a tree by its fruit:
This world, they say, is worst to the best;—
But a dastard has evil to boot, boot,
But a dastard has evil to boot.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west;
What skills it to mourn or to talk?
A journey I have, and far ere I rest;
I must bundle my wallets and walk, walk,
I must bundle my wallets and walk.
The wind does blow as it lists alway;
Canst thou change this world to thy mind?
The world will wander its own wise way;
I also will wander mine, mine,
I also will wander mine.”
“The wind blows every day, every day the sun shines, every day the waves roll against the shore, and the earth is warm below us. We can understand these renewable sources of energy as given to us, since they are the sources that have powered life on the planet for as long as there has been a planet. We need not destroy the earth to make use of them.”
Source: Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
“The wind blows on us all, but it's how you set your ssail that makes the difference.”
“The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.”
Source: The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition
“The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.”
“The wind blows the other way now,
but in this world, nothing stays constant,
nothing stays certain.
It could change in an instant,
as everything does.”
“The wind breathes not, and the wave
Walks softly as above a grave.”
Source: Festus: a poem
“The wind came in languid gusts like whispered reminders.”
Source: Palo Alto: Stories
“The wind can only carry what is lighter than it.”
“The wind can only only carry what is lighter than it.”
“The wind can take you some cool places, but so can your paddle.”
“The wind cannot overturn a mountain. Temptation cannot touch the man Who is awake, strong and humble, Who masters hiself and minds the law.”
“The wind cannot shake a mountain. Neither praise nor blame moves the wise man.”
“The wind changes direction within an instant and contains within it knowledge that can take away a life or spare it, as fate dictates. The wind likes you and fate will be kind, you just have to have hope.”
“The wind chimes for a farewell,the sand scatters the mind,yet silence,why still undefeated?”
“The wind comes across the plains not howling but singing. It's the difference between this wind and its big-city cousins: the full-throated wind of the plains has leeway to seek out the hidden registers of its voice. Where immigrant farmers planted windbreaks a hundred and fifty years ago. it keens in protest; where the young corn shoots up, it whispers as it passes, crossing field after field in its own time, following eastward trends but in no hurry to find open water. You can't usually see it in paintings, but it's an important part of the scenery.”
Source: Universal Harvester
“The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.”
Source: The Story of Opal: The Journal of an Understanding Heart
“The wind considers how trauma is - in essence - just a memory that violates previous memories too barbarically, an event that devastatingly conflicts against everything else one knows.”
Source: Within a Diminishing Caricature
“The wind did not blow, not a single tree swayed. The ominous silence overtook Rishabh's heart before he turned to rummage in his archived memories of Shruti.”
Source: Delhi via Lucknow: Once, love travelled this route
“The wind didn’t remember his name. It didn’t need to. It remembered his breathing.”
Source: The Boxmaker’s Apprentice
“The wind does not change, the wind only blows and gusts, and it swells and swirls, and it whispers.”
Source: The Good Mother of Marseille
“The wind doesn’t ask permission to move mountains. It whispers, persists, and returns—until even stone begins to shift.”
“The wind doesn't bother me. I'm in the US Senate.”
“The wind flew. God told to wind to condense itself and out of the flurry came the horse. But with the spark of sprit the horse flew by the wind itself.”
“The wind god Favonius had warned him in Croatia: If you let your anger rule you … your fate will be even sadder than mine. But how could his fate be anything but sad? Even if he lived through this quest, he would have to leave both camps forever. That was the only way he would find peace. He wished there was another option – a choice that didn’t hurt like the waters of the Phlegethon – but he couldn’t see one.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“The wind grabbed a handful of sand and scattered it like bright confetti along the hard-packed, sea-scoured, deserted beach. The sky had a newly rinsed look, the clouds spun and wrung out on high.”
Source: Mr. Flood's Last Resort
“The wind grew cold. The leaves turned red. The bark turned red. The soil turned red. The stars turned red. Something was wrong with October.”
“The wind had seized the tree and ha, and ha,
It held the shivering, the shaken limbs,
Then bathed its body in the leaping lake.”
Source: Collected Poems