#wind

Yes, and there were changes of light on landscapes and changes of direction of the wind and the force of the wind and weather. That whole scene is too important in Homer to neglect. ↗

— Robert Fitzgerald

#direction #force #homer #important #landscapes

I walked in and inherited a management group that I didn't know very well. They didn't know me, and we had a very short window to put together a credible recovery plan. ↗

— Bill Ford

#group #had #i #inherited #know

I've actually stopped tinting my windows because the paparazzi look for trucks and cars with supertinted windows. ↗

— Megan Fox

#because #cars #i #look #paparazzi

It's hard to wind down, but then I beat myself up because I have a tense back. ↗

— Bethenny Frankel

#beat #because #down #hard #i

As time goes by, I realize that I do trust the wind. And I often write my songs for myself. ↗

— David Friedman

#i #i do #myself #often #realize

Rock stars get room keys, I get business cards. Wherever I go I meet innovators of wind power equipment, solar energy operators. ↗

— Thomas Friedman

#cards #energy #equipment #get #go

Some things don't wind up sounding like you'd expect, which is just as well. ↗

— Fred Frith

#just #like #some #some things #sounding

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#beloved #faces #flowers #road #roads

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid. ↗

— Homer

#empty #left #unsaid #wind #words

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles