Best fields & wind Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest leaves, From the field the reapers sing Binding up their sheaves: And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, "The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.”

Mind Long Past Water Hours Fields Wind Casts Forests Wheels Autumn Spells Grind Mills Binding Long Day Reaper Autumn Wind

Book:Sarah Doudney: Selected Poems and Hymns

Source: Sarah Doudney: Selected Poems and Hymns

“Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move.”

May Littles Moving Tree Fields Wind Spring Garden Blue Howl Chimneys Orchard Procession Snowstorms

Book:Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

Source: Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

“Dim loneliness came imperceivably into the fields and he turned back. The birds piped oddly; some wind was caressing the higher foliage, turning it all one way, the way home. Telegraph poles ahead looked like half-used pencils; the small cross on the steeple glittered with a sharp and shapely permanence.”

Way Home Used Half Loneliness Fields Wind Higher Bird Crosses One Way Pencils Permanence Way Home Telegraph Foliage Steeples

Author:A. E. Coppard

“Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.”

Ifs Knows Doe Matter Purpose Universe Our Lives Fields Wind Machines Function Grass Thread Galaxy Blades Wind Blowing

Author:Ursula K. Le Guin

“Snow pursued by the wind is not wholly unlike a retreating army. In the open field it ranges itself in ranks and battalions; where it can get a foothold it makes a stand; where it can take cover it does so. You may see whole platoons of snow cowering behind a bit of broken wall.”

May Doe Whole Bits Behinds Fields Wind Broken Wall Army Snow Range Pursued Open Fields

Book:Can Such Things Be?

Source: Can Such Things Be?

“All of the people of my time were bound with chains. They had forgotten the long fields and the standing corn. They had forgotten the west winds.”

People Long Fields Wind Standing West Bounds Forgotten Chains My Time Corn

Book:Mid-American Chants

Source: Mid-American Chants

“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted in the waving grass And by the streamers of the white cloud And whispers of the wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour.”

Heart Names Left Born White Sun Fire Air Sky Fields Wind Listening Highest Clouds Snow Grass Honour Centre Vivid White Clouds

Author:Stephen Spender

“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

“Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; remember, Lord, how short my time is; remember that I am but flesh, a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again. My days are as grass, as a flower of the field; for the wind goeth over me, and I am gone, and my place shall know me no more.”

Knows Remember Lord Gone Fields Wind Flower Weak Mercy Flesh Grass My Time Know Me Goeth

Book:The Devotions of Bishop Andrewes: Translated from the Greek and Arranged Anew

Source: The Devotions of Bishop Andrewes: Translated from the Greek and Arranged Anew

“However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time; it hides from us the blue heavens, it makes the green wave turbid; it walks through the fields, and lays the damp ungathered harvest low; it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hail; it steals the summer bloom from the infant cheek; it makes old age shiver to the heart; it goes to the churchyard, and chooses many a grave.”

Source: Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses

“The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers.”

Hands Lasts Rich Fields Wind Gold Green Autumn Reaper Lush

Book:The Mad Carews

Source: The Mad Carews

“Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.”

Moving Lost Sea Fields Wind Wings Rage Combat Coast

Book:Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)

“We can break the mountains apart; we can drain the rivers and flood the valleys. We can turn the most luxuriant forests into throw-away paper products. We can tear apart the great grass cover of the western plains and pour toxic chemicals into the soil and pesticides onto the fields until the soil is dead and blows away in the wind. We can pollute the air with acids, the rivers with sewage, the seas with oil - all this in a kind of intoxication with our power for devastation at an order of magnitude beyond all reckoning.”

“What, then, is the effect of pesticides? Pesticides have created a legacy of pain, and misery, and death for farm workers and consumers alike. The crop which poses the greatest danger, and the focus of our struggle, is the table grape crop. These pesticides soak the fields. Drift with the wind, pollute the water, and are eaten by unwitting consumers. These poisons are designed to kill, and pose a very real threat to consumers and farm workers alike.”

Real Pain Water Struggle Focus Effects Danger Fields Wind Tables Threat Misery Environmental Workers Consumers Legacy Poison Farms Pollution Crops Grapes Pesticides

Book:An Organizer's Tale: Speeches

Source: An Organizer's Tale: Speeches

“Science, freedom, beauty, adventure: what more could you ask of life? Aviation combined all the elements I loved. There was science in each curve of an airfoil, in each angle between strut and wire, in the gap of a spark plug or the color of the exhaust flame. There was freedom in the unlimited horizon, on the open fields where one landed. A pilot was surrounded by beauty of earth and sky. He brushed treetops with the birds, leapt valleys and rivers, explored the cloud canyons he had gazed at as a child. Adventure lay in each puff of wind.”

“Thanh Hoa itself is a rich agricultural province. Rice fields, a pattern of many shades of green, stretch far into the distance along the road, which also winds through foothills and the fringes of heavy jungle where tigers are said to roam. The vegetation, wild or cultivated, is lush.”

Said Rich Fields Wind Green Distance Patterns Heavy Shade Tigers Jungle Fringe Rice Provinces Lush Vegetation

Book:At War with Asia

Source: At War with Asia

“The Ironman World Championship is the hardest race I've competed in. Not only do the elements (heat, wind, humidity) make it grueling, but the quality of the field makes it a true test.”

World Race Quality Fields Wind Elements Tests Hardest Heat Championship Humidity Ironman

Author:Timothy O'Donnell

“I like the idea of being a novelist. I picture myself on the coast, the wind in my hair, horses galloping around me as I sit at my typewriter in the middle of a field.”

Ideas Middle Fields Wind Hair Horse Novelists Coast Typewriters Galloping

Author:Sara Cox

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