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“As anger is a passing storm, so it comes not gradually and with signs, but like a sudden sweep of wind or black squall.”

Black Wind Anger Management Storm Passing Passings Anger Management

Author:James Vila Blake

“This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.”

Has Beens Light Eye Night House Black Darkness Sea Sky Fields Wind Window Mad Rose Woods Hills Wet Orange Lenses Blades All Night Luminous New Places Emeralds Flexing Floundering

Book:The Hawk in the Rain

Source: The Hawk in the Rain

“A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing into and out of existence like a storm-shot piece of evening; or perhaps the darkness between the flares was more akin to its truest nature swirl of black ashes assembled in prancing cadence to the lowing note of desert wind down the arroyo behind buildings as empty yet filled as the pages of unread books or stillnesses between the notes of a song.”

Source: Frost and Fire

“Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns. The wind was the furious voice of this sluggish animal light that was baring the dormers and mullions and scullions of Cold Comfort Farm.”

Way Light Black Voice White Animal Cry Wind Cold Comfort Eating Dawn Farms Thorns Furious Sinister Sluggish Snarling Cold Comfort Farm

Book:Cold comfort farm

Source: Cold comfort farm

“The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon.”

Source: The Infinite Sea: The Second Book of the 5th Wave

“And in between the two, in between the sky and the sea, were all the winds. And there were all the nights and all the moons. To be a castaway is to be a point perpetually at the centre of a circle. However much things may appear to change-the sea may shift from whisper to rage, the sky might go from fresh blue to blinding white to darkest black-the geometry never changes. Your gaze is always a radius. The circumference is ever great. In fact, the circles multiply. To be a castaway is to be caught in a harrowing ballet of circles.”

May Two Facts Might Night Black White Sea Sky Wind Moon Blue Caught Rage Circles Ballet Centre Never Change Geometry Radius Castaway

Author:Yann Martel

“It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black.”

Stills Hard Light Fall Black Nature White Morning Air Wind Cold Garden Window Gates Thursday Snowfall

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

“The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more than once, stopped to let it pass over; but, somehow, when he went forward again, it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train.”

Stills Night Black Dark Behinds Wind Cold Mass Train Clouds Driving Funeral Gloomy Spooky Lingering Hurrying Gliding Cold Wind

Book:Novels

Source: Novels

“I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close.”

Source: The Pickwick Papers

“A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.”

Thinking Black Wind Seeds Thoughtful Shakes My Thoughts

Book:Collected Poems 1912-1944

Source: Collected Poems 1912-1944

“Some police forces would believe anything. Not the Metropolitan police, though. The Met was the hardest, most cynically pragmatic, most stubbornly down-to-earth police force in Britain. It would take a lot to faze a copper from the Met. It would take, for example, a huge, battered car that was nothing more nor less than a fireball, a blazing, roaring, twisted metal lemon from Hell, driven by a grinning lunatic in sunglasses, sitting amid the flames, trailing thick black smoke, coming straight at them through the lashing rain and wind at eighty miles an hour.That would do it every time.”

“O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.”

Black Sweet Wind Clouds Driven Twilight Stormy Black Clouds

Author:Dinah Maria Murlock Craik