Best wind & hands Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Basically I'm in the idea business -- whether it's a musical idea or a spoken idea ... If you wind up with a political system that wants to put idea men out of business, then you have worry on your hands.”

Ifs Men Want Ideas Hands Political Worry Wind Musical Political Systems

Author:Frank Zappa

“It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.”

Ifs Hands Fall Hours Break Wind Glasses Profit Blow Weather Honey Bloody Day To Day

Author:Louis MacNeice

“Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.”

Littles Hands Running Bits Wind Wave Woods Beach Dry Sand Tides Up And Down Pipers Rave

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“Times like this, with the wind moving the grass and curling around her like a huge cool hand, Tess felt the world as a second presence, as another person, as if the wind and the grass had voices of their own and she could hear them talking.”

Ifs World Persons Hands Moving Felt Voice Talking Wind Huge Grass Tess

Author:Robert Charles Wilson

“Far away on the path we saw Sir Henry looking back, his face white in the moonlight, his hands raised in horror, glaring helplessly at the frightful thing which was hunting him down. But that cry of pain from the hound had blown all our fears to the winds. If he was vulnerable he was mortal, and if we could wound him we could kill him. Never have I seen a man run as Holmes ran that night.”

Source: Sherlock Holmes Complete Collection With illustrated Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - 4 Novels, 56 Short Stories and 120+ illustrations

“My first course came and I put down my book, and I just happened to put up my hand to scratch my head and discovered that my toupee had been blown by the wind and was folded over backwards on the top of my head!”

Firsts Book Hands Courses Happened Wind Backwards Scratches

Author:Derek Jacobi

“God's miracles are to be found in nature itself; the wind and waves, the wood that becomes a tree - all of these are explained biologically, but behind them is the hand of God.”

Hands Found Nature Behinds Tree Wind Miracle Wave Woods Hands Of God

Author:Ronald Reagan

“I think it's too fast to say that all sci-fi ultimately winds up having some place in science. On the other hand, imaginative minds working outside of science as storytellers certainly have come upon ideas that, with the passing decades, have either materialized of come close to materializing.”

Thinking Mind Ideas Hands Wind Decades Passing Passings Sci Fi Storyteller Imaginative

Author:Brian Greene

“It is a hard matter for a man to lie all over, nature having provided king's evidence in almost every member. The hand will sometimes act as a vane, to show which way the wind blows, even when every feature is set the other way; the knees smite together and sound the alarm of fear under a fierce countenance; the legs shake with anger when all above us calm.”

Men Way Sometimes Matter Hard Shows Hands Together Lying Sound Wind Kings Members Evidence Calm Blow Legs Features Knees Shakes Fierce Alarms Countenance

Book:.) (1850).

Source: .) (1850).

“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

“Once in his life, a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk.”

Source: The Way to Rainy Mountain

“The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.”

World Hands Wind Dust Decay Worn Worn Out

Book:The Hawk in the Rain

Source: The Hawk in the Rain

“The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more.”

Hands Crazy Wind Rain Strive Glasses Impatient Hail Spooky Chimneys

Book:The Life And Adventures Of Nicholas Nickleby

Source: The Life And Adventures Of Nicholas Nickleby

“For the night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering round and round a building of that sort, and moaning as it goes; and of trying, with its unseen hand, the windows and the doors; and seeking out some crevices by which to enter.”

Trying Hands Night Doors Building Wind Window Rounds Seeking Tricks Wander Unseen Spooky Moaning Crevice

Book:The Chimes

Source: The Chimes

“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

“The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.”

Hands Wind Hair Grain Spouse Caress

Book:Flight to Arras

Source: Flight to Arras

“Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.”

Giving Years Hands Brain Cases Wind Keys Angel Clock Birthday Resurrection Seventies

Book:The Autocrat of the Breakfast-table: Every Man His Own Boswell

Source: The Autocrat of the Breakfast-table: Every Man His Own Boswell

“However often the thread may be torn out of your hands, you must develop enough patience to wind it up again and again.”

May Enough Hands Wind Thread Again And Again Torn

Author:Walter Gropius

“To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils.”

Giving Looks Hands Eye Running Voice Born Audience Laughing Cry Color Brother Wind Hair Ears Praise Notes Legs Range Tone My Brother My Sister Smooth Damp Praise God Thank You God Daffodil

Book:DAYBREAK

Source: DAYBREAK

“The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.”

Hands Turns Wind Green Brown

Author:Paul Simon

“I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart's desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit the town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.”

Source: The Garden of Ignorance: The Experiences of a Woman in a Garden

“In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if the howling winds came from her belly, she cries like a storm that will never end.”

Ifs Ends Hands Cry Wind Storm Throat Caves Belly Howling Wind

Book:Her Mother's Daughter: A Novel

Source: Her Mother's Daughter: A Novel

“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.”

Writing Hands Moving Magic Blood Wind Skins Experts Prisoner Spiders Limbs Numb Silk Pierce

Book:The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel

Source: The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel

“An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again. She seemed that good, that perfect, while a summer wind blew through the trees.”

Has Beens Hands Eye Next Perfect Taken Tree Wind Mets Summer Ordinary Breaths Forgotten Notebook Emeralds Summer Wind

Author:Nicholas Sparks

“Man once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind. With such persons, gullibility, which they call faith, takes the helm from the hand of reason, and the mind becomes a wreck.”

Men Mind Persons Reason Hands Religion Sports Atheism Wind Ships Absurdity Wrecks Monstrous Gullibility Helm Founding Fathers Democracy Rudders Faith And Reason

Book:Jefferson on Freedom: Wisdom, Advice, and Hints on Freedom, Democracy, and the American Way

Source: Jefferson on Freedom: Wisdom, Advice, and Hints on Freedom, Democracy, and the American Way

“How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.”

Hands Fall Sound Attitude Our Lives Wind Sunset Strings Gestures Echoes Weary Compulsion Dolls Furious Ravel

Author:William Faulkner

“It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.”

Long Hands Faces Night Sound Darkness Sun Dog Wind Long Time Rain Standing East Sat Distinction Hats Gray Inexplicable

Author:Cormac McCarthy

“Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.”

Body Hands Fall Air Wind Infinite Graves Decay Pious

Book:Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings

Source: Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings

“I am pleased enough with the surfaces - in fact they alone seem to me to be of much importance. Such things for example as the grasp of a child's hand in your own, the flavor of an apple, the embrace of a friend or lover, the silk of a girl's thigh, the sunlight on the rock and leaves, the feel of music, the bark of a tree, the abrasion of granite and sand, the plunge of clear water into a pool, the face of the wind - what else is there? What else do we need?”

Source: The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader

“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

“you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered”

Ifs Believe Littles Said Body Hands Eye Beautiful Girl Forever Alive Air Wind Flower Spring Rain Moved Fingers Busy Breasts Touched Too Busy Trembling

Book:Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

Source: Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

“Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope in my hand, I carried a message. I came to the puddle. I could not cross it. Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell. I was blown like a feather. I was wafted down tunnels. Then very gingerly, I pushed my foot across. I laid my hand against a brick wall. I returned very painfully, drawing myself back into my body over the grey, cadaverous space of the puddle. This is life then to which I am committed.”

Said Body Hands Space Feet Middle Identity Wind Wall Messages Crosses Lays Committed Storm Drawing Awful Grey Feathers Bricks July Tunnels Envelopes Puddles Brick Wall

Author:Virginia Woolf

“You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.”

Trying Kind Different Hands Spiritual Joy Spirit Language Water Laughing Wind Shapes Opening Clarity Dust Different Kinds Closing

Author:Rumi

“Thunder rumbled. My heart beat faster. I turned away from Evernight for the last time and looked back at the flower as it trembled upon its branch. A single petal was torn away by the wind. Pushing my hands through the thorns, I felt lashes of pain across my skin, but i kept going determined. But when my fingertip touched the flower, it instantly darkened, withering and drying as each petal turned black.”

Source: Evernight (Evernight, Book 1)

“My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no hope, in life beyond her; and if you oppose me in this great stake, you take my peace and happiness in your hands, and cast them to the wind.”

Ifs Men Heart Hands Views Wind My Heart True Love Casts Stakes No Hope Peace And Happiness Hopes In Life

Book:Oliver Twist

Source: Oliver Twist

“You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah…" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.”

Thinking May Said Hands Eye Faces Fall Voice Lord Sun Fields Wind Rain Let Me Yeah Shining Warm Your Face Palms Cracked Sun Shines Irishmen Vishous Dearest Friend Until We Meet Again

Author:J.R. Ward

“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.”

“His conviction of having no purpose in life other than to act as a distillation of poison was part of the ego of an eighteen-year-old. He had resolved that his beautiful white hands would never be soiled or calloused. He wanted to be like a pennant, dependent on each gusting wind. The only thing that seemed valid to him was to live for the emotions--gratuitous and unstable, dying only to quicken again, dwindling and flaring without direction or purpose.”

Years Hands Wanted Beautiful Purpose White Emotion Dying Wind Ego Conviction Poison Dependent Purpose Of Life Eighteen Unstable Distillation Eighteen Years Old

Book:Spring Snow

Source: Spring Snow

“It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man's hand and the wisdom in a tree's root: they all arise together. My name, and yours, and the true name of the sun, or a spring of water, or an unborn child, all are syllables of the great word that is very slowly spoken by the shining of the stars. There is no other power. No other name.”

Thinking Men Years Children Ends Hands Together Names Stars Water Secret Sun Tree Wind Source Spring Roots Distance Shining Arise Crafts Candle Unborn Syllables Wizardry Unborn Child

Author:Ursula K. Le Guin

“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

“High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant, Three geese in a flock one flew east one flew west one flew over the cuckoo's nest”

Hands Three Tree Wind Bed West Clouds East Hills Counting Nests Flew Flocks Geese Cuckoos Tracing Pine Trees One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Book:One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

Source: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

“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.”

“I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe. We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.”

Made Soul Hands Universe Stars Wind Ocean Desert Alchemist

Book:The Alchemist - 10th Anniversary Edition

Source: The Alchemist - 10th Anniversary Edition

“Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at their uniqueness and glory. But eventually they are gone, brown, crumbling, scattered on the wind. But the tree remains. The tree is what is important. The tree lives on. That was a difficult knowledge to bear, and an even more difficult life to live. Of course, being the leaf wasn't exactly desirable either.”

Important Hands Fall Courses Difficult Wonder Gone Tree Wind Bears Glory Red Gold Remains Brilliant Cups Brown Uniqueness Amazed Leafs Desirable Crumbling Tree Of Life Difficult Life

Author:Rob Thurman

“Part of you is the wind,” he murmured. “Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests.” Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. “Then consider me an endless storm.”

Sometimes Hands Wind Skins Males Storm Endless Heat Necks Shaking Soaking

Book:Angels' Flight: A Guild Hunter Collection

Source: Angels' Flight: A Guild Hunter Collection

“Branches grew from his hands, his hair. His thoughts tangled like roots in the ground. He strained upward. Pitch ran like tears down his back. His name formed his core; ring upon ring of silence built around it. His face rose high above the forests. Gripped to earth, bending to the wind's fury, he disappeared within himself, behind the hard, wind-scrolled shield of his experiences.”

Hard Hands Earth Faces Names Behinds Silence Tears Wind Hair Grew Built Roots Rose Core Rings Forests Ran Branches Fury Shields Tangled Bending

Book:Riddle-Master

Source: Riddle-Master

“Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.”

Knows Hands Light Moving Growing Wind Flower Walking Red Blue Rose Golden Be You Nothingness Fog Without You Noon Wheat Your Presence

Author:Pablo Neruda

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