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“For the entire state of Georgia, having the premiere of Gone With the Wind on home ground was like winning the Battle of Atlanta 75 years late.”

Years States Home Winning Gone Wind Battle Late Georgia Atlanta Premieres

Author:Anne Edwards

“The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away in a gust of wind.”

Years Eye White Tree Wind Blind Hollow Owl Carried Away Old Trees

Book:Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works

Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works

“Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A bear's days are warmed by the same sun, his dwellings are overdomed by the same blue sky, and his life turns and ebbs with heart pulsing like ours. He was poured from the same first fountain. And whether he at last goes to our stingy Heaven or not, he has terrestrial immortality. His life, not long, not short, knows no beginning , no ending. To him life unstinted, unplanned, is above the accidents of time, and his years, markless and boundless, equal eternity.”

Knows Years Firsts Heart Long Made Lasts Turns Heaven Water Sun Sky Adventure Wind Bears Drink Equal Eternity Blue Breathe Accidents Dust Immortality Fountain Dwelling Boundless Blue Sky Stingy

Author:John Muir

“I feel like somebody just punched me in the stomach and knocked all my wind out. I'm only 30 years old and I want to have a chance to continue creating things. I know I've got at least one more great computer in me. And Apple is not going to give me a chance to do that.”

Knows Want Life Giving Feels Years Chance Wind Computer Creating Give Me Apples Stomach Give Me A Chance Creating Things

Author:Steve Jobs

“The prairies were dust. Day after day, summer after summer, the scorching winds blew the dust and the sun was brassy in a yellow sky. Crop after crop failed. Again and again the barren land must be mortgaged for taxes and food and next year's seed. The agony of hope ended when there was not harvest and no more credit, no money to pay interest and taxes; the banker took the land. Then the bank failed.”

Years Next Interest Pay Sun Sky Land Wind Taxes Summer Credit Seeds Dust Yellow Agony Again And Again Harvest Crops Bankers Next Year No Money Barren Prairie Scorching

Author:Rose Wilder Lane

“When the year turns, there are bells on the wind. All the old years fall on the ground in lights.”

Years Light Turns Fall Wind Bells Old Year

Book:Quiet Dell: A Novel

Source: Quiet Dell: A Novel

“All these fifty-year-old guys wearing baseball caps and shorts and acting like children. It winds me up. Men don't have to take responsibility anymore. Most of the guys I know would punch me on the nose for saying this, but maybe we do have to bring back conscription.”

Knows Men Years Children Guy Acting Responsibility Wind Baseball Noses Fifty Taking Responsibility Caps Shorts Old Guys Conscription Baseball Caps Fifty Year Olds

Author:Chrissie Hynde

“The years between thirty-five and sixty-five revolve before the passive mind as one unexplained, confusing merry-go-round. True, they are a merry-go-round of ill-gaited and wind-broken horses, painted first in pastel colors, then in dull grays and browns, but perplexing and intolerably dizzy the thing is, as never were the merry-go-rounds of childhood or adolescence; as never, surely, were the certain-coursed, dynamic roller-coasters of youth. For most men and women these thirty years are taken up with a gradual withdrawal from life.”

Source: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Other Jazz Age Stories

“Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death when he vanished through the wind and the night over a great cliff. Tales kept cropping up of a ghost horse seen, or imagined, roaming over the mountains at night, of stockmen waking in a hut at midnight, hearing the tremendous stallion’s cry which could only be Thowra’s”

Years Night Song Cry Wind Mets Mountain Horse Rounds Track Stranger Hearing Ghost Tales Hills Silver Legends Waking Midnight Cliffs Cattle Huts Roaming Campfire Stallions

Author:Elyne Mitchell

“My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.”

Knows Years Body Age Night Lost Morning Tree Wind Bears Clouds Bitter Fifty Bags Destination Shells Traveler Pilgrim Wallets Peaches Snail Alms Old Trees Morning And Night

Author:Matsuo Basho

“Canoeing was hard and scary, and the wind could blow you across the lake if you did it wrong. After a year of not doing it right, I could talk to people and get them to sit up straight, take different kinds of chances, to breathe differently, to engage in the moment in the boat. And I changed them, and I changed me in the process.”

People Ifs Years Kind Different Hard Moments Process Chance Changed Wind Blow Scary Breathe Boat Lakes Different Kinds Canoeing

Author:Seth Godin

“I get paid to play football, not to sit on the bench, I don't enjoy that. Over the years loads of players have been very happy to do that and pick up their money. That used to really wind me up.”

Years Has Beens Play Used Enjoy Player Football Wind Picks Paid Load Very Happy Benches

Author:Kevin Kilbane

“I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.”

Years Dies Greater Wind Structure Series Endure Flight Showers Powerless Oblivion Memorial Pyramids Unending Brass Regal North Wind

Author:Horace

“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

“To not make any resolutions. Whenever I make them, I wind up ultimately breaking them. I think a lot of people are that way, so I am going to try and avoid inevitable disappointment next year and just not make any.”

People Thinking Way Trying Years Next Wind Disappointment Inevitable Resolution Next Year

Author:Emily Blunt

“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

“This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.”

Years Turns Hours Wind Terrible Waste Spring Winter Carrie Prophecy January Icy Departing

Book:Shirley and The Professor

Source: Shirley and The Professor

“For two years I watched my parents' lives wind to a close. This made me aware of old age as a one stage, the final one, of a long journey.”

Years Long Made Two Age Parent Journey Stage Wind Finals Old Age Two Years Long Journey

Author:Alix Kates Shulman

“Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.”

Men Years Generations Tree Wind Spring Rounds Blow Bud

Book:The Iliad

Source: The Iliad

“If only I had known a year ago what I'd be facing now. Until last year I lived with the innocent arrogance that my life was a simple product of effort, will, and design. But now I am a house of cards, held precariously by the fragile conspiracy of wind, weight, and angle. Perhaps it is best we cannot see into our futures.”

Ifs Years Lasts House Simple Effort Known Design Wind Products Years Ago Weight Innocent Cards Arrogance Our Future Fragile Conspiracy Last Year Angle House Of Cards

Author:Martha Manning

“Sometimes I think the Congress feels that if you only decided tomorrow to switch to wind power that in two years we'd be getting 80 percent of our electricity from wind power. It's nonsense. Normally it takes 20 to 30 years after a new technology is demonstrated and deployed before it powers even 15 or 20 percent of the grid. There's this long lag time, and we haven't even decided which directions to go.”

Ifs Thinking Feels Years Long Two Sometimes Technology Havens Wind Tomorrow Percent Decided Congress Nonsense Two Years Electricity New Technology Grids Lag Wind Power

Author:Paul R. Ehrlich

“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

“Singing 'Blowin' in the Wind' all the places we've been, it takes on a different meaning everywhere. When you sing the line, 'How many years can a people exist, before they're allowed to be free?' in a prison yard for political prisoners in El Salvador; if you have sung it to a group of union organizers, who have all been in jail, in South Korea; if you've sung to Jews in the Soviet Union who have been refused exit visas; if you've sung it with Bishop Tutu protesting apartheid, the song breathes, it lives, it has a contemporary currency.”

“Swimming for his life, a man does not see much of the country through which the river winds.”

Knows Men Years Littles Doe Country Sin Wind Rivers Mercy Swimming Crowns Frailty

Author:William E. Gladstone

“The earth turns, and the seasons, and for all his pride and power man cannot temper the winds or change their course. They are the unseen tides that shape our days and our years.”

Men Years Earth Turns Courses Wind Pride Shapes Seasons Temper Tides Unseen Power Man

Author:Hal Borland

“Obviously yeah, but our first album took us five years to put together, to get signed and to put it out, we had a lot of time to think about what we were doing. Black Sunday was like a whirl wind, we had to rush back to the studio after touring, but the last album we had a little longer, what like eight months?”

Thinking Years Firsts Littles Together Lasts Black Five Wind Months Yeah Albums Studios Eight Five Years Sunday Touring Time To Think

Author:B-Real

“I have stayed in touch and connected with many over the years. I am very lucky that way. Some that you don't expect to connect with you will wind up loving. The ones that you look the forward to the most will sometimes let you down.”

Way Years Looks Sometimes Wind Lucky Connected

Author:Michelle Visage

“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

“The good news is that we've seen in recent years significant reductions in the cost of solar panels and wind production. We know how significant an impact we can have by moving towards energy efficiency and transforming our transportation system. So we know what has to be done. We have to develop the political will to do it, and, as president, this would be an issue of huge concern to me.”

“I was crying when I was editing [Beacher] but I stopped all the screenings years ago because I had a headache but then I had seen it again... Well I always cry at the same place, when they play that song "Wind Beneath My Wings". It gets you.”

Years Wells Play Song Cry Wind Years Ago Wings Editing Headache Screening

Author:Garry Marshall

“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

“Stephen Hawking won [Babson Institute competition ] one year with his black hole stuff. It's keeping an open mind on whether gravity exists or not. I think my father believed this because ... when the wind blew on him, he'd get angry, because it was something he couldn't control.”

Thinking Years Mind Father Stuff Black Wind Angry Competition Holes Gravity Open Mind Institute Black Hole Keep An Open Mind

Author:Paul Laffoley

“We've got to control our own energy. Now, not only oil and natural gas, which we've been investing in; but also, we've got to make sure we're building the energy source of the future, not just thinking about next year, but ten years from now, 20 years from now. That's why we've invested in solar and wind and biofuels, energy efficient cars.”

Thinking Years Next Energy Natural Car Building Wind Source Ten Investing Oil Gas Efficient Next Year Natural Gas Energy Sources Biofuels

Author:Barack Obama

“Here's the thing, who cares what you have to look at, I'm a big advocate of not obscuring vistas, but even if you build the biggest wind farm, can it run anything more than a domestic washer and dryer and a computer, for the year? I'm sorry guys, the answer, you're going to be shocked to know: it ain't much more than that.”

Ifs Knows Years Looks Bigs Care Running Guy Answers Wind Computer Sorry Farms I'm Sorry Shocked Who Cares Vistas Dryers Wind Farms

Author:Greg Graffin

“As a model I had a lot of success when I was 17 and 18 years old. It was before social media, before the world was what the world is, but even then it was terrifying, to be 18 years old and people knowing who you are, and I was this personality who was completely devoid of who I actually was. It was almost like being a manufactured boy band. You're sort of like a wind up doll; they wind you up and put you on the runway or something like that.”

People World Years Social Boys Knowing Media Wind Personality Band Models Who You Are Social Media Dolls Runway Knowing Who You Are Boy Bands

Author:Karen Elson

“I don't think it's too hippie to want to clean up the planet so you don't wind up dying of some kind of cancer when you're 45 years old. It enrages me that these big cancer-research organizations can't be bothered to man the front lines of environmental protest.”

Thinking Men Want Years Kind Bigs Lines Dying Fronts Planets Wind Research Organization Clean Environmental Cancer Protest Bothered Hippie Cancer Research

Author:Jello Biafra

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

Life Inspirational Years Wisdom Dream Humor Inspiration Motivational Action Happiness Success Peace Change Leadership Inspiring Business Courage Positive Adventure Wind Inspirational Life Regret Confidence Safe Travel Depression Twenties Bravery Trade Disappointment Persistence Life Changing Believe In Yourself Disappointed Time Travel Sail Traveled Graduation Comfort Zone Encouraging Sailing Enjoy Life Our Dreams Not Giving Up Follow Your Dreams No Fear Making Changes Follow Your Heart Harbors Adventurous Trust Yourself Be True To Yourself Listen To Your Heart Great Travel Inspiring Travel Words Of Encouragement Travel The World Travel Adventure Adventure And Travel Seeing The World Listen To Yourself Dreams You Have Life Is An Adventure Nautical Great Risk Inspirational Adventure Great Adventure Life Adventure Adventure And Life Live Life Happy Want To Travel Nomadic Boats And Sailing Following My Dreams Next Adventure Fear None New Adventure Inspirational Vacation Adventurous Life Travel Light Foreign Travel Safe Harbor Sailing And Wind Chasing Success Greatest Adventure Discovering Things World Is Yours Exploring The World Lost Your Mind Setting Sail

Author:H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

“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

“You had every right to be. He raised his eyes to look at her and she was suddenly and strangely reminded of being four years old at the beach, crying when the wind came up and blew away the castle she had made. Her mother had told her she could make another one if she liked, but it hadn't stopped her crying because what she had thought was permanent was not permanent after all, but only made out of sand that vanished at the touch of wind and water.”

Ifs Years Looks Made Eye Mother Water Four Cry Wind Raised Beach Permanent His Eyes Sand Four Years Castles

Book:Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels

Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels

“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

“I am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six but I am running into a new year and I beg what i love and I leave to forgive me.”

Years Said Hard Running Strong Wind Hair Promise Letting Go Six Twenties Forgiving Fingers Blow Thirty New Year Sixteen Forgive Me Old Year Hard To Let Go

Book:An ordinary woman

Source: An ordinary woman

“Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.”

“If you come as softly As wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees. If you come as lightly As threading dew I will take you gladly Nor ask more of you. You may sit beside me Silent as a breath Only those who stay dead Shall remember death. And if you come I will be silent Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why, now. Or how, or what you do. We shall sit here, softly Beneath two different years And the rich earth between us Shall drink our tears.”

Ifs Years May Two Different Earth Remember Asks Speak Rich Tree Tears Wind Sorrow Drink Breaths Silent Harsh Dew Harsh Words Why Now

Book:The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde

Source: The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde

“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”

Years Behinds Gone Fire Growing Sea Wind Hair Mountain Spring Shadow Red Rain Horse West Burning Smoke Hills Tall Harvest Corn Horns Glowing Riders Meadows Harps Helm Two Towers Rohan

Author:J. R. R. Tolkien

“I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them.”

Ifs Men Years Said Enough Dream Walks Saws Wind Goes On Desert Tents Mirages

Author:Neil Gaiman

“I Still Have Everything You Gave Me It is dusty on the edges. It is slightly rotten. I guard it without thinking. I focus on it once a year when I shake it out in the wind. I do not ache. I would not trade.”

Thinking Years Stills Focus Wind Trade Edges Shakes Ache Rotten

Book:Fuel: Poems

Source: Fuel: Poems

“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

“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")”

“Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly together) in idiot games, until it seemed as if the universe were battling and tumbling, in brute confusion and wanton lust aimlessly by itself.”

Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf