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“He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.”

Love Made Song Turns Voice Wind

Book:Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces

Source: Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces

“And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all their growing days there in the ground, and all the things they did hear. Earth-voices are glad voices, and earth-songs come up from the ground through the plants; and in their flowering, and in the days before these days are come, they do tell the earth-songs to the wind ... I have thinks these potatoes growing here did have knowings of star-songs.”

Thinking Earth Spirit Religion Song Spirituality Stars Voice Knowing Growing Wind Conversation Plant Come Up Glad These Days Gardening Potatoes Flowering

Author:Opal Whiteley

“By suggestion and example, I believe children can be helped to hear the many voices about them. Take Time to listen and talk about the voices of the earth and what they mean-the majestic voice of thunder, the winds, the sound of surf or flowing streams.”

Believe Mean Children Earth I Believe Sound Voice Example Wind Streams Take Time Suggestions Thunder Surf Majestic

Book:The Sense of Wonder

Source: The Sense of Wonder

“I always think of a voice as an instrument, whether a voice is a trumpet, or violin, or bass. You know what I mean? A horn or wind instrument versus a string instrument. Horn instruments are definitely more toward jazz.”

Thinking Knows Mean Voice Wind Instruments Jazz Strings Versus Horns Bass Violin Trumpets Wind Instruments

Author:Debbie Harry

“A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!”

Looks Littles Faces Voice Nature White Wind Arms Bird Rivers Grass Charm Look Up Lap Mist Daisies Greetings

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

“I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.”

Men Mind Has Beens Country Voice Wind Broken Woods Rage Wander Acquaintance Unnatural

Author:R. S. Thomas

“Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all.”

Men Soul Voice Sweet Wind Understood My Soul Silver Feds Nettles

Book:You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

Source: You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

“A voice is in the wind I do not know A meaning on the face of the high hills Whose utterance I cannot comprehend. A something is behind them: that is God.”

Knows God Faces Voice Behinds Wind Hills Utterance

Book:The Complete Works of George MacDonald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Theological Writings & Essays (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, Phantastes, At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, England’s Antiphon, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, The Light Princess, The Golden Key and many more

Source: The Complete Works of George MacDonald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Theological Writings & Essays (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, Phantastes, At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, England’s Antiphon, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, The Light Princess, The Golden Key and many more

“Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came soften'd from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that low'd to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.”

“The source of each accordant strain Lies deeper than the Poet's brain. First from the people's heart must spring The passions which he learns to sing; They are the wind, the harp is he, To voice their fitful melody,-- The language of their varying fate, Their pride, grief, love, ambition, hate,-- The talisman which holds inwrought The touchstone of the listener's thought; That penetrates each vain disguise, And brings his secret to his eyes.”

Source: The Poems

“Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.”

Death Dies Voice Wind Breaths Infant Hue Dolphins

Book:Fanny

Source: Fanny

“The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless leaves. It is the main theme of the autumn music, this murmuring counterpoint of dead leaves.”

Wells Different Moving Language Sound Voice Air Tree Wind Shapes Summer Fingers Tone Theme Dry Autumn Strings Harsh Leafs Filling Harps Murmuring

Book:The Glory of the Garden

Source: The Glory of the Garden

“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

“Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind”

Voice Color Wind Mountain Paint

Author:Pocahontas

“If my comrades are not destined to rule the world, then away with it! A shower of atom bombs upon it and in place of its meaningsless chatter about 'love' and 'peace' the voice of the howling wind over its ruins.”

Ifs World Voice Wind Ruins Bombs Over It Atoms Showers Destined Comrade Peace And Love Chatter Atom Bomb Howling Wind

Author:Savitri Devi

“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

“John Fiedler's voice was kind of like the wind blowing through tall grass. It sounded homey and it sounded comforting.”

Kind Voice Wind Grass Tall Comforting Wind Blowing

Author:Jim Cummings

“We measure our presence in generations; we cannot dig down ten thousand years and find our bones. Our arrival is scribed upon the line of history; it does not drift upon the winds of story, or float upon the shrouds of myth. We are still explorers and discoverers, seeking meaning through movement and examination. But we are coming to a time of listening. Our sweat and breath are now upon this land. Voices rise up, and we begin to hear the echoes in the stones.”

Source: A Haunting Reverence: Meditations on a Northern Land

“I think most of us, as writers, have had experiences where you get edited and it doesn't feel like your voice at all. And so it's been nice to go through the experience of having a lot wind up on the cutting-room floor, and yet still feel that your voice is being - not purified, but made more yourself. I think that's a very rare thing.”

Thinking Feels Made Stills Voice Rooms Nice Cutting Wind Like You Edited Rare Things

Author:Sarah Stillman

“I've always been in love with Howard McGillen's voice, ever since I got wind of him.”

Voice Wind Been In Love

Author:Christine Ebersole

“Wind and solar power, energy efficient buildings, cars that go farther on a tank of gas, and other solutions can fight climate change. I know America can get on a more sustainable path - we just have to raise our voices and demand it.”

Knows America Fighting Energy Voice Path Car Building Wind Demand Solutions Raises Climate Climate Change Gas Efficient Tanks Solar Power

Author:Frances Beinecke

“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

“I think that there is a changing wind. There are black conservatives out there, and their voices need to be heard.”

Thinking Needs Black Voice Heard Wind

Author:Allen West

“The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.”

Remember Voice Talking Fields Wind

Book:The Grass Harp

Source: The Grass Harp

“When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.”

Ifs Bigs Voice Known Cry Wind Rain Rivers Train Dear Peter Echoes Jackets Collars Railroads

Book:The Town and the City

Source: The Town and the City

“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

“No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.”

Ifs Way Long Happens Lasts Voice Space Wind Complaining Dust Ruins Carpet Folds Outer Space Meant To Happen

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“Imagine, a Being with a mind as great as God's, with feet like trees and a voice like rushing wind, telling you that you are His cherished creation.”

Mind Voice Imagine Tree Feet Creation Wind Rushing

Book:Searching for God Knows What

Source: Searching for God Knows What

“The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest angel of all, the horror beyond all horrors, sits at last upon my chest, permanently enfolding me in its great covering wings, black as ink, veined in Bees' purple. A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.”

Long Lasts Fall Names Sound Black Voice Wind Horror Creatures Angel Mark Wings Immortal Chests Bees Thread Ink Purple Covering Disintegration

Book:Mark Z. Danielewski's House of leaves

Source: Mark Z. Danielewski's House of leaves

“(Speaking of the Cistercian monks) A grim fraternity, passing grim lives in that sweet spot, that God had made so bright! Strange that Nature's voices all around them--the soft singing of the waters, the wisperings of the river grass, the music of the rushing wind--should not have taught them a truer meaning of life than this. They listened there, through the long days, in silence, waiting for a voice from heaven; and all day long and through the solemn night it spoke to them in myriad tones, and they heard it not.”

“He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”

Source: Daughter of the Forest: A Sevenwaters Novel 1

“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

“You trap yourself sometimes, by thinking desire and need is love. Love is something far more precious, but something far more fragile. As fragile as one of our tiniest, most intricate, most delicately crafted toys. Hold on to it too tightly, and it will crumble on your fingers, but hold on to it loosely, and the wind might blow it away and shatter it on the cold ground. Listen to the voice comes from your heart, but be absolutely sure the voice comes from your heart.”

Thinking Needs Heart Sometimes Might Desire Voice Love Is Wind Cold Fingers Blow Fragile Toys Traps Intricate

Author:Virginia C. Andrews

“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

“I am a Stormdancer! Mere metal is nothing compared with the power of a storm." Kade made his voice boom and spread his arms wide. His eyes sparked with humor. "I. Am. Invincible." "Until a happy wind blows," I said. "Curse those sunny days." "The bane of your existence." "The scourge of society." "The downfall of decency." "And boring, too. Nothing like a good gale to put a spring in your step." Kade grinned.”

Made Said Eye Voice Existence Steps Wind Arms Spring Mere Blow Boring Spread Storm Wide Curse His Eyes Metals Decency Sunny Invincible Downfall Gale Bane Scourge Sunny Day Spring In Your Step

Book:Storm Glass

Source: Storm Glass