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Last updated on November 14, 2024.
The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be.
Did you ever run behind a slow pack? You get a trailing wind and a lot of body odor.
Church wealth are moving into everything-gas stations, banks, television stations, supermarket chains, hotels, steel mills, resort areas, farms, wine factories, warehouses, bottling works, printing plants, schools, theaters-everything you could conceivably think of that has nothing to do with religion, they are moving into big. They're even coming in as stockholders in the big oil companies, and the Bank of America is almost entirely owned by the Catholic Church.
My grandmother was utterly convinced I'd wind up as the Archbishop of Canterbury. And, to be honest, I've never entirely ruled it out. — © Hugh Grant
My grandmother was utterly convinced I'd wind up as the Archbishop of Canterbury. And, to be honest, I've never entirely ruled it out.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.
The foundation is being laid for the emergence of both wind and solar cells as cornerstones of the new energy economy.
Forget about enlightenment. Sit down wherever you are. And listen to the wind singing in your veins.
Silence is golden for me. I live in the country and hear only my pets, birds, crickets, and the wind in the trees.
But high up on the mountain When the wind is hitting it If you're watching very closely The rock slips a little bit.
Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility.
The Atheist complains about the wind. The Christian prays for it to change. The Satanist adjusts his sails.
I pulled the burden from off my back and tossed it into the wind. And stretched my arms toward the sky and let my life begin.
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. — © William Shakespeare
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows.
When a woman dislikes the man who is courting her, she parries him cleverly, like a willow in the wind.
If all our national holidays were observed on Wednesdays, we could wind up with nine-day weekends.
Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
The wind of change is blowing through the continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
In America, we have freedom of choice. But some are free to choose between Lamborghini and Rolls Royce while others are free to choose which dumpster they're going to have their meal out of next. Some are free to choose which, you know, homes and farms to foreclosed on, while others choose which bridge they're going to sleep under tonight.
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
I know of no place where the wind can be as icy and the damp so penetrating as in Oxford round about Easter time.
I have always been proud that the Indian wind sector seemed unfazed by the politics around the globe.
A man and woman in search of something are always blown apart, but it's the same wind that blows them.
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
It's remarkable how quickly a good and favorable wind can sweep away the maddening frustrations of shore living.
I want my gay life to not wind up on the streets-on Second Avenue. But at the same time, I don't care if it does.
Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind
If we are strategic, if we are smart, Australia can power our future prosperity with solar, wind, geothermal, and tidal energy.
Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.
Golf and women are a lot alike. You know you are not going to wind up with anything but grief, but you can't resist the impulse.
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
Unknowingly, we plow the dust of stars, blown about us by the wind, and drink the universe in a glass of rain.
Simon Cowell and I are great friends and we wind each other up. Rod Stewart and I do the same thing.
Wherever the wind blows me, I'll go! My eventual goal is to have enough experience to produce something on my own.
Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.
One might as well attempt to describe the smoothness of the wind as to paint a clear picture of his complete swing.
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not. — © George Eliot
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.
Army, Marriage, the Church, and Baking: the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. Fermin Romero de Torres - The Shadow of the Wind.
A temptation arises: it is the wind. It disturbs you: it is the surging of the seas. This is the time to awaken Christ and let Him remind you of these words
Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.
My mom does mine because I know I would go tweezer-crazy and wind up with no eyebrows at all.
The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
Perhaps we cannot raise the winds. But each of us can put up the sail, so that when the wind comes we can catch it.
Wind energy can and will play one of the most important roles in saving the world of tomorrow, today.
Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green.
You wind up listening to one song that you really like 30 times on YouTube and then you're done with it. That's the way it is.
Like a bird with broken wing
that has traveled through wind for years . . .
I sleep and my heart stays awake . . . — © Giorgos Seferis
Like a bird with broken wing that has traveled through wind for years . . . I sleep and my heart stays awake . . .
It will never be the case that people won't eat meat. I think it could conceivably be the case one day that people eat very small amounts of it. That it's a special thing, rather than reach for it because it's cheap or reach for it because it's convenient, that it becomes something festive or something celebratory, once a week, and that could actually be achieved on small farms if we really changed our habits.
This is a modern fairytale. No happy endings. No wind in our sails. But I can't imagine a life without. Breathless moments.
Talent, will and genius are natural phenomena like the lake, the volcano, the mountain, the wind, the star, the cloud.
He who wrongs the innocent must bear the fruit of his act, like dust flung against the wind.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.
I kind of go where the wind blows, and TV has just been how I make a living so far.
The most agreeable thing in life is worthy accomplishment. It is not possible that the idle tramp is as contented as the farmers along the road who own their own farms, and whose credit is good at the bank in town. When the tramps get together at night, they abuse the farmers, but do not get as much satisfaction out of it as do the farmers who abuse the tramps. The sounder your argument, the more satisfaction you get out of it.
We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.
Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.
The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same
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