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“With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!”

Children Dies Dark Sky Cry Wind Spring Winter Arise March Stubborn Unseen Rushing Gloomy Bidding

Book:The Poems

Source: The Poems

“Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind - But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested - the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty.”

Age Dark Failing Tree Wind Broken Bird Seeds Snow Old Age Flight Plenty Covered Harsh Flocks Skimming Bare Trees

Author:William Carlos Williams

“Daughters of the attitude that produced them, certain women will not appeal to us without the double bed in which we find peace by their side, while others, to be caressed with a more secret intention, require leaves blown by the wind, water rippling in the dark, things as light and fleeting as they are.”

Light Certain Women Sides Water Dark Secret Attitude Wind Bed Daughter Intention Appeals Fleeting Finding Peace Dark Things

Book:In Search of Lost Time Volume III The Guermantes Way

Source: In Search of Lost Time Volume III The Guermantes Way

“I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.”

Inspirational Funny Dark Middle Wind Boat Passages Steady Sail Sailing Nautical Boats And Sailing Sailing And Wind Sailing And Love Smooth Sailing Middle Passage

Author:Arthur Ashe

“Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.”

Source: Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more

“The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail.”

Earth Nature Dark Tree Wind Moon Clouds Yesterday Giants Covered Funeral Savages Feathers Trails Cautious Repose Burial Dark Trees

Book:The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit

Source: The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit

“There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city lay behind him, lighted here and there, and starry worlds were hidden by the masonry of spire and roof that hardly made out any shapes against the sky. Dark and lonely distance lay around him everywhere, and the clocks were faintly striking two.”

Source: Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son: Wholesale, Retail and for Export

“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

“When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books of voyage and travel.”

Thinking Book Dark Fire Wind Rain Window Driving Voyages Sleet

Book:The Long Voyage

Source: The Long Voyage

“Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by.”

Men Long Night Stars Dark Wind Moon Riding Wet All Night Moon And Stars

Author:Robert Louis Stevenson

“A tree is made to live in peace in the color of day and in friendship with the sun, the wind and the rain. Its roots plunge in thefat fermentation of the soil, sucking in its elemental humors, its fortifying juices. Trees always seem lost in a great tranquil dream. The dark rising sap makes them groan in the warm afternoons. A tree is a living being that knows the course of the clouds and presses the storms because it is full of birds' nests.”

Knows Made Dream Seems Courses Lost Nature Dark Sun Tree Color Wind Bird Rain Roots Presses Clouds Warm Storm Rising Soil Afternoon Juice Nests Plunge Tranquil Sap Elementals Fermentation

Author:Jacques Roumain

“I turned my head and saw the wind, Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn by her golden hair, Into a dark and lonely wood.”

Dark Saws Wind Hair Lonely Woods Golden Corn Abduction Golden Hair

Author:W. H. Davies

“When a strong wind blows, the clouds vanish and blue sky appears. Similarly, when the powerful wisdom that understand the nature of the mind arises, the dark clouds of ego disappear.”

Mind Wisdom Strong Nature Dark Powerful Sky Wind Ego Blue Clouds Blow Disappear Arise Blue Sky Dark Clouds Strong Winds

Author:Thubten Yeshe

“In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.”

Men Life Long Stills Hands Lying Song Sound Dark Half Feet Wind Wall Stones Prison Sparks Squares Strain Grim All Alone Banner Bending Loopholes

Book:Collected Works

Source: Collected Works

“Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.”

Love Dark Darkness Sea Wind Foam Free Love

Author:Charles Mackay

“Happy Families. What's that all about, eh? A bloody busted flush is what it is. You surround yourself with other people so the night doesn't seem quite so dark. Shout down the sound of the wind with arguments about whose turn it is to wash the dishes. Best not to kid yourself. Best not to give any hostages to fortune. You're on your own in the end. Always. Where else would you want to be?”

People Want Giving Ends Seems Kids Night Turns Sound Dark Wind Argument Fortune Surround Bloody Dishes Surround Yourself Hostage Happy Family Busted

Author:Mike Carey

“E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.”

War Light Earth Dark Sky Wind Waste Roots Rounds Heavy Storm Wide Golden Grain Agriculture Harvest Rapids Stalking Straws Pluck

Book:Virgil

Source: Virgil

“When the thick layers of dark clouds occupy the sky, if there is no wind at all to sweep them away, start blowing with courage and belief”

Ifs Belief Dark Sky Wind Clouds Thick Layers Dark Clouds

Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan

“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

“There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.”

Body Turns Dark Behinds Silence Fire Air Wind Bones Caves Closing Emeralds

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“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

“But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.”

Source: Other Voices, Other Rooms

“What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?”

Dark Wind Bears Midnight Roaring Chimneys

Book:The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel

Source: The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel

“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.”

Ends Past Grows Black Nature Dark White Walks Watches Streets Wind Flower Blow Smoke Arrows Pits Sidewalk Chalk Asphalt

Author:Shel Silverstein

“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

“Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up.”

Giving Light Strong Felt Dark Wind Giving Up Lows Tiny Warmth Steady Burned Not Giving Up Flicker Laura

Author:Laura Ingalls Wilder

“They all have tired mouths and bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin) sometimes haunts their dreams. They are almost all alike; in God's gardens they keep still, like many, many intervals in his might and melody. Only when they spread their wings are they wakers of a wind: as if God with his broad sculptor- hands leafed through the pages in the dark book of the beginning.”

Ifs Stills Book Soul Sometimes Dream Hands Might Dark Sin Wind Pages Mouths Garden Longing Tired Wings Spread Melody Broads Intervals Sculptors Seamless

Book:The Book of Images

Source: The Book of Images

“The Crone, the Reaper... She is the Dark Moon, what you don't see coming at you, what you don't get away with, the wind that whips the spark across the fire line. Chance, you could say, or, what's scarier still: the intersection of chance with choices and actions made before. The brush that is tinder dry from decades of drought, the warming of the earth's climate that sends the storms away north, the hole in the ozone layer. Not punishment, not even justice, but consequence.”

“What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?”

Source: A Great and Terrible Beauty

“The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.”

Made Night Stars Realizing Dark Poverty Air Wind Limits Despair Glory And Love South Burden Warm Streams Melody Sail Torment Unreal Enchanted Swelling Colourful

Book:Three Comrades

Source: Three Comrades

“No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.”

Faces Night Stars Dark Watches Air Tears Wind Clouds Weather Windy Rain And Snow

Book:Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems

Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems

“Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.”

Knows Heart Night Dark Pieces New York Wind Settling Feds Gray Loved Ones Ashes Wardrobe Scrap

Book:the bell jar

Source: the bell jar

“At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.”

Source: Of love and life: three novels selected and condensed by Reader's Digest

“Like the sweet moon keeps the sky Like the wind goin' whooshing by When those ol' sunbeams break the day I will keep you while you play Just as ol' river keeps the fishes And little stars keep silver wishes Just as the ocean keeps the blue I will stand here close to you. When all around is dark and deep When them ol' shadows slowly creep Even when you're fast asleep It's you I'll keep, it's you I'll keep No need to cry, no need to fear I will always be right here. I will always be right here.”

Needs Littles Play Wish Stars Dark Break Sky Cry Sweet Wind Moon Ocean Shadow Rivers Blue Fishes Silver Creeps Sunbeams

Book:The Underneath

Source: The Underneath

“At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl.”

Firsts Two Light Together Girl Black Dark Space White Perfect Cities Wind Hair Shadow Dresses Dawn Butterfly Midnight Violet Purple Blonde Moths Ponies Rant Rave Dark Hair

Author:Francesca Lia Block

“Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind so that he looks vaguely like a dark wizard, except that his pale skinny legs are visible, and his arms hug plastic bags. I can see the back of Lacey's legs beneath her dress, her calves tight in midstride. I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.”

“What's prayer? It's shooting shafts into the dark. What mark they strike, if any, who's to say? It's reaching for a hand you cannot touch. The silence is so fathomless that prayers like plummets vanish into the sea. You beg. You whimper. You load God down with empty praise. You tell him sins that he already knows full well. You seek to change his changeless will. Yet Godric prays the way he breathes, for else his heart would wither in his breast. Prayer is the wind that fills his sail. Else drift with witless tides. And sometimes, by God's grace, a prayer is heard.”

“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”

Black Dark Blood Sea Sky Wind Moon Shots Lays Horizon Salt Ashes Crimson

Book:Daphne du Maurier Omnibus 4: Rebecca; My Cousin Rachel

Source: Daphne du Maurier Omnibus 4: Rebecca; My Cousin Rachel

“At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.”

Ifs Feels Two Done Night Dark Morning Sun Tree Feet Wind Shadow Window Clock Moonlight Dark Night Deep Dark Glisten

Book:Delphi Collected Works of Rudyard Kipling (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Collected Works of Rudyard Kipling (Illustrated)

“It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea, And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, swung between space and space: Before the mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face.”

Source: The Charnel Rose. Senlin: Biography and Other Poems

“Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the grass ... Green light falls on the goblin fountain Where hesitant lovers meet and pass. They laugh in the moonlight, touching hands, They move like leaves on the wind ... I remember an autumn night like this, And not so long ago, When other lovers were blown like leaves, Before the coming of snow.”

“But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men, yet his spirit arose out of the deep and passed as a shadow and a black wind over the sea, and came back to Middle-earth and to Mordor that was his home. There he took up again his great Ring in Barad-dur, and dwelt there, dark and silent, until he wrought himself a new guise, an image of malice and hatred made visible; and the Eye of Sauron the Terrible few could endure.”

Men Made Home Eye Earth Spirit Evil Black Dark Sea Middle Wind Terrible Shapes Shadow Fairs Hatred Silent Endure Flesh Rings Mortals Visible Malice Guise Middle Earth Sauron Mordor

Author:J. R. R. Tolkien

“No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.”

Source: The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings

“On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of Lockhart and Selby, Shipping Agents, in the financial heart of London, and a young girl got out and paid the driver. She was a person of sixteen or so--alone, and uncommonly pretty. She was slender and pale, and dressed in mourning, with a black bonnet under which she tucked back a straying twist of blond hair that the wind had teased loose. She had unusually dark brown eyes for one so fair. Her name was Sally Lockhart; and within fifteen minutes, she was going to kill a man.”

Source: The Ruby in the Smoke: A Sally Lockhart Mystery

“If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself, you must explore your dreams alone. You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness so you can fly like wind, like wings, when you awaken.”

Ifs Want Dream Grows Dark Loneliness Wind Wings Your Dreams Finding Yourself Pace Trails Cocoons

Author:Francesca Lia Block

“There was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light came through it, as though a chink in the dark: light out of the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice agin, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things.”

Thinking Mind Littles Stills Light Past Voice Memories Dark Sun Tree Wind Forgotten Corners Grass Pleasant Chinks Forgotten Things

Book:The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

Source: The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings