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“Wilderness is not only a haven for native plants and animals but it is also a refuge from society. Its a place to go to hear the wind and little else, see the stars and the galaxies, smell the pine trees, feel the cold water, touch the sky and the ground at the same time, listen to coyotes, eat the fresh snow, walk across the desert sands, and realize why its good to go outside of the city and the suburbs. Fortunately, there is wilderness just outside the limits of the cities and the suburbs in most of the United States, especially in the West.”

“Wine makes all things possible. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, The Mystery Knight A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, A Game of Thrones Nothing burns like the cold. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, A Game of Thrones Laughter is poison to fear.”

Made Games Mystery Tree Wind Cold Laughter All Things Wine Poison Thrones Living Things Knights Cold Wind

Author:George R. R. Martin

“I have lived carefully, sheltered myself from the cold winds, eaten moderately of what was in season, drunk fine claret, slept in my own sheets; I shall live long.”

Long My Own Wind Fine Cold Seasons Drunk Sheets Claret Cold Wind

Author:Evelyn Waugh

“How strange it is, our little procession of life! The child says, "When I am a big boy." But what is that? The big boy says, "When I grow up." And then, grown up, he says, "When I get married." But to be married, what is that after all? The thought changes to "When I'm able to retire." And then, when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold wind seems to sweep over it; somehow he has missed it all, and it is gone.”

Life Looks Children Littles Bigs Seems Able Grows Boys Gone Growing Up Strange Wind Cold Married Landscape Over It Retirement Retiring Being Married Procession Cold Wind

Book:Feast of Stephen

Source: Feast of Stephen

“By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind.”

Wind Cold Blue Clouds Driven Hospitals Contagious Cold Wind

Book:William Carlos Williams

Source: William Carlos Williams

“Fire hath its force abated by water, not by wind; and anger must be allayed by cold words, and not by blustering threats.”

Force Water Fire Wind Cold Anger Threat

Book:The Works of Anne Bradstreet

Source: The Works of Anne Bradstreet

“It's all about the climate. I had a long discussion about it when I went to Scotland to see Andy Roxburgh. I worked with a Scottish youth side and had them do the same drills I would do in Italy. I realised that, between the wind, the rain and the cold, there was no way they could do it. How can you possibly teach anybody anything in those conditions? To me, it's pretty obvious and it explains why Brazilians are more technical than Europeans and, in Italy, the further south you go the more technical they are.”

Way Long Sides Teach Conditions Youth Football Wind Cold Rain South Climate Obvious Managers Soccer Discussion Scotland Realised Chairman Scottish Drills

Author:Fabio Capello

“It snowed all day long, fortunately it didn't stay on the road. It was very, very cold today. Fortunately, the wind was at my back. The terrain was rolly but not big hills. The first miles were like usual tough, but I felt quite good from there till the end of 10 miles.”

Firsts Long Ends Bigs Today Felt Wind Cold Tough Miles Hills Usual Terrain Till The End

Author:Terry Fox

“The wind was cold off the mountains and I was a naked man with enemies behind me, and nothing before me but hope.”

Men Hope Behinds Enemy Wind Cold Mountain Naked

Book:The Sky-Liners and Galloway (2-Book Bundle)

Source: The Sky-Liners and Galloway (2-Book Bundle)

“without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold.”

Book Would Be Fiction Wind Cold Blow Insufficient

Book:Collected Impressions

Source: Collected Impressions

“You might say, 'What a dreadful day', without realizing that the cold, the wind, and the rain or whatever condition you react to are not dreadful. They are as they are. What is dreadful is your reaction, your inner resistance to it, and the emotion that is created by that resistance.”

Might Realizing Emotion Conditions Wind Cold Rain Reactions Resistance

Book:A New Earth (Oprah #61): Awakening to Your Life's Purpose

Source: A New Earth (Oprah #61): Awakening to Your Life's Purpose

“Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent when he smote again.”

Soul Saws Sweet Wind Cold Rain Silent Tunes Autumn Sovereign Wrath Wind And Rain

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated)

“Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.”

Long Night Fall Walks Wind Cold Return Rain Mark Grey November Oaks Bronze Cold Night

Author:Gladys Taber

“Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind.”

Men Stories Bits Wind Cold Paper Unborn Cold Wind

Author:George Mackay Brown

“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

“In all institutions from which the cold wind of open criticism is excluded, an innocent corruption begins to grow like a mushroom - for example, in senates and learned societies”

Grows Example Wind Cold Criticism Institutions Corruption Innocent Senate Mushrooms Excluded Cold Wind

Author:Friedrich Nietzsche

“Even Gone With the Wind had a shocking, cold-blooded murder.”

Gone Wind Cold Murder Shocking Cold Blooded

Author:Karin Slaughter

“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

“Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!”

Love Made Lying Wind Cold Beats Graves Sheets Clay Passing Away Tempest Spades

Book:William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose

Source: William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose

“Once fishing was a rabbit's foot-- O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot”

Feet Wind Cold Hot Blow Fishing Rabbits

Book:Poems, 1938-1949

Source: Poems, 1938-1949

“Cold winds are disagreeable, hot winds enervating, moist winds unhealthy.”

Wind Cold Hot Unhealthy Disagreeable Cold Wind

Author:Marcus Vitruvius Pollio

“I'm goin' where the wind don't blow so strange, maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.”

Strange Wind Cold Mountain Blow Chains Cold Mountain

Author:Jerry Garcia

“I paused to listen to the silence. My breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. The wind vane pointed toward the South Pole. Presently the wind cups ceased their gentle turning as the cold killed the breeze. My frozen breath hung like a cloud overhead. The day was dying, the night was being born-but with great peace. Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it!”

Night Force Peace Process Born Silence Dying Wind Cold Harmony Breaths South Clouds Cups Gentle Cosmos Cheeks Hung Frozen Breeze Harmonious Overhead

Book:Alone: The Classic Polar Adventure

Source: Alone: The Classic Polar Adventure

“The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in the air increased in number. From the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper. Beyond these lifeless sounds the world was silent. Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives - all that was over.”

Source: H. G. WELLS Ultimate Collection: 120+ Science Fiction Classics, Novels & Stories; Including Scientific, Political and Historical Works: The Time Machine, The Island of Doctor Moreau, The Invisible Man, The War of the Worlds, Modern Utopia, A Short History of the World, What Is Coming, The Story of the Last Trump…

“I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears.”

Way Morning Wind Cold Findings Spring Ears Noses March Clothings Sweeping Early Morning Piercings Yorkshire Cold Morning

Book:Every Living Thing

Source: Every Living Thing

“The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.”

Author:Socrates

“All the good music has already been written by people with wigs and stuff...Basically what people want to hear is: I love you, you love me, the leaves turn brown, they fell off the trees, the wind is blowing, it got cold, you went away, my heart broke, you came back, and my heart was okay...Modern music is people who can't think signing artists who can't write songs to make records for people who can't hear. Most people wouldn't know good music if it came up and bit them on the ass...If lyrics make people do things, how come we don't love each other?”

“When we think of [John F. Kennedy], he is without a hat, standing in the wind and weather. He was impatient of topcoats and hats, preferring to be exposed, and he was young enough and tough enough to enjoy the cold and the wind of those times.... It can be said of him, as of few men in a like position, that he did not fear the weather, and did not trim his sails, but instead challenged the wind itself, to improve its direction and to cause it to blow more softly and more kindly over the world and its people.”

People Thinking Men World Said Enough Young Causes Enjoy Position Wind Cold Tough Standing Blow Weather Hats Exposed Sail Impatient

Author:E. B. White

“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. Change may be announced by a small ache, so that you think you're catching cold. Or you may feel a faint disgust for something you loved yesterday. It may even take the form of a hunger that peanuts won't satisfy. Isn't overeating said to be one of the strongest symptoms of discontent. And isn't discontent the lever of change?”

Source: Travels with Charley and Later Novels, 1947-1962

“Winter near the shore is cold. The wind kicks up a salty mist and elephant seals come to shore to trumpet and rut and birth their pups. Retired people put sweaters on their lap dogs and drag them down the street on retractable leashes in a nightly parade of doggy humiliation. Surfers don their wetsuits against the chill of storm waves and white sharks adjust their diets to include shrink-wrapped dude-snacks on fiberglass crackers.”

“We traveled for science: those three small embryos from Cape Crozier, that weight of fossils from Barkley Island, and that mass of material less spectacular but gathered just as carefully hour by hour, in wind and drift, darkness and cold, was striven for in order that the world may have a little more knowledge, that it may build on what it knows instead of on what it thinks.”

Thinking Knows World May Littles Order Three Hours Darkness Wind Materials Cold Mass Weight Islands Traveled Fossils Spectacular Capes Embryos More Knowledge

Author:Apsley Cherry-Garrard

“He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever.”

Thinking Two Wish Dark Forever Wind Listening Cold Bed Wake Up Filled Peaceful Remembered Heat Warmth Waking Rushing Quilts Cold Outside

Book:The Tommyknockers

Source: The Tommyknockers

“What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.”

Men Home Tree Wind Cold Terrible Hunger Casts Ships Torn Terrible Things

Book:The Well Of Loneliness

Source: The Well Of Loneliness

“Don’t ever leave me again,” I said in a tiny voice. I won’t,” he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. “I won’t. Not ever.” And just like that, a cold shard of ice that had been inside my chest ever since we’d split up-well, it just disappeared. I felt myself relax for the first time in I don’t known how long. The wind was chilly, but the sun was bright, and my whole flock was together. Fang and I were together. Excuse me? I’m alive too.” Iggy’s plaintive voice made me pull back.”

Firsts Wells Long Made Said Whole Together Felt Voice Known Sun Alive Wind Hair Cold First Time Excuse Tiny Ice Relax Chests Splits Leaving Me Flocks Fangs Excuse Me I'm Alive Chilly

Author:James Patterson

“The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.”

Heart Made Break Wind Cold Fit Rain Warm Storm Awake Spite Lakes Tonight Cottages Sullen Vex Grate

Book:The Works of Robert Browning

Source: The Works of Robert Browning

“My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails? No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don't expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie.”

Source: The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”

Source: Hemingway's Paris

“The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.”

Night Sound Hurt Dark Tree Wind Arms Listening Cold Balance Ears Rose Get Up Calculations Skulls Blackness Autistic Reckoning Wind In The Trees

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty heart to dust. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.”

“The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.”

Years Bigs Grows Hours Feet Minutes Century Wind Huge Fine Cold Machines Towns Rounds Shoes Size Bones Flesh Tiny Weather Dust Clock Shakes Grain Blanket Monstrous Wrinkles Pollen Turnips Cold Wind

Author:Ray Bradbury

“For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.”

Way Needs Soul Sports Space Sun Sea Wind Cold Wave Fishes Surface Giants Weed Brushes Obscurity Gloom Kindles Inscrutable Deep Sea Plies

Book:Mrs Dalloway

Source: Mrs Dalloway

“Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders, The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds?”

World Long White Path Wind Goes On Cold Mountain Rain Clouds Wide Grass Ties Leap Trails Mist Slippery Moss Creeks Boulders Gorges Cold Mountain White Clouds

Book:Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

Source: Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

“External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty.”

Littles Purpose Fall Influence Wind Cold Rain Warm Snow Weather Heat Warmth Chill Interesting Characters Scrooge Christmas Carol Heat And Cold

Book:A Christmas Carol

Source: A Christmas Carol

“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.”

Ifs World Heart Water Silence Air Wind Listening Cold My Heart Late Stones Breaths Lays Woods Void Ashes Trembling Bleak Bedrock

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in a sea of stars. The wind passing over his unscarred face was cold from the snow of the surrounding mountains, and Dustfinger relished life as if he were tasting it for the first time. The longing it brought, and the desire. All the bitterness, all the sweetness, even if it was only for a while, never for more than a while, everything gained and lost, lost and found again.”

Source: Inkdeath

“This because it is never really very cold in England. It is drizzly, and the wind will blow; hail happens, and there is a breed of Tuesday in January in which time creeps and no light comes and the air is full of water and nobody really loves anybody, but still a decent jumper and a waxen jacket lined with wool is sufficient for every weather England's got to give.”

Giving Stills Light Happens Water Air Wind Cold England Blow Weather Sufficient Decent Jackets Creeps January Hail Tuesday Wool Jumpers

Book:On Beauty

Source: On Beauty

“Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again”

Heart Faces Young Grows Fire Blood Ready Brother Wind Cold Blood Brothers

Author:Bruce Springsteen

“Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of the gladdest sound you know: the sound of dawn on the first day of spring break, the sound of a bottle of Coke opening, the sound of a crowd cheering in your ears because you're coming down to the last part of a race--and you're ahead. Think of the sound of water over stones in a cold stream, and the sound of wind through green trees on a late May afternoon in Central Park. Think of the sound of a bus coming into the station carrying someone you love. Then put all those together.”

Source: The Wednesday Wars

“Writing is like hunting. There are brutally cold afternoons with nothing in sight, only the wind and your breaking heart. Then the moment when you bag something big. The entire process is beyond intoxicating.”

Writing Heart Moments Bigs Process Wind Cold Sight Bags Afternoon Hunting Heart Break

Author:Kate Braverman