#wind

In open range fires it is about picking a spot and hoping it is the right location. At the head of the fire you have to worry about wind and humidity and a number of other factors. ↗

— John Glover

#factors #fire #fires #head #hoping

Any device in science is a window on to nature, and each new window contributes to the breadth of our view. ↗

— Cecil Frank Powell

#breadth #contributes #device #each #nature

When the morning comes, let it go, this too shall pass. ↗

— Ok Go

#jr #music-lyrics #of-the-blue-colour-of-the-sky #ok-go #this-too-shall-pass

Tis the old wind in the old anger, But then it threshed another wood. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#past #present #wind #anger

and half of learning to play is learning what not to play and she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to say and she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her moves and make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to prove she crawls out on a limb and begins to build her home and it's enough just to look around and to know that she's not alone up up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple but god's work isn't done by god it's done by people ↗

— Ani DiFranco

#integrity #intrinsic-motivation #simons-rock #transcendence #wind

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium.  ↗

— C.M. Stunich

#erotic #erotic-literature #erotica #excite #form-of-art

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat. ↗

— Theodore Roethke

#cat #highway #mincing #walking #wind

It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: 'there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this. I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago. I did not know that the wind could be tender, like hands as they caress - what did I know - until now? ↗

— Unica Zürn

#spring #wind #beauty

We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for. That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? ↗

— Markus Zusak

#dangerous #houses #small #stories #windows

Through the window, I saw the beautiful world outside: the sky, the sun, the cacti, the rocks, and the dirt. How I longed to return to it! I licked at the air, trying to smell the desert's delicious dusty scent, but could not. How was I able to see it without smelling it? Did humans control scents as well as the temperature and the waters? Is that what windows were for, to keep out scents? Why did they wish to put invisible barriers between themselves and the world? ↗

— Patrick Jennings

#scent #scents #snakes #wild #windows