The wind came in languid gusts like whispered reminders..
And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river..
... life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever..
It was as if she lived only on clear, salty air, and when the day came for her to pass away, she would probably do exactly that. Just take a step to ….
Life has a way of testing our anchors and tempting us to drift. Nevertheless, if our anchors are correctly placed in the rock of our Redeemer, they w….
If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you..
the cold winds of insecurity... hadn't shredded the dreamy chrysalis of his childhood. He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded win….
An oboe is an ill-wind that nobody blows good..
Winning is like shaving - you do it every day or you wind up looking like a bum..
The stronger the winds, the deeper the roots, and the longer the winds, the more beautiful the tree..
As a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth, hard surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so the stream of beauty passes b….
Slamming the book shut produces a wind on the face, a weather that is copyrighted by the author, and this wind may not be deployed without permission….
True beauty, the kind that doesn't fade or wash off, takes time. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that creates the stalactite, the ….
Does sound have rhythm? Does it rise and fall like the ocean? Does sound come and go like wind?.
And it blew my mind when I started to get wind of the fact that they actually liked me being around. That was humbling, because Kentucky basketball i….
If you've been seeing someone for a short while and the "relationship" winds itself down mutually but not explicitly, no postmortem is necessary. But….
Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages..It seems to me th….
I remember the first time I saw him. He was 13 and just floated over the ground like a cockier spaniel chasing a piece of silver paper in the wind..
You see the pictures in the paper today of John Kerry windsurfing? He's at his home in Nantucket this week, doing his favorite thing, windsurfing. Ev….
History is the sextant of states which, tossed by wind and current, would be lost in confusion if they could not fix their position..
the mighty main sea is the begetter of clouds and winds and rivers..