#wind

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind. ↗

— Matsuo Bashō

#poetry #wind

The best lies about me are the ones I told. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#lying #self-deception #tricksters #wind

In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#wind

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#simile #wind

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing. ↗

— Gordon B. Hinckley

#prohpets #wind

I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#haruki-murakami #may-kasahara #the-wind-up-bird-chronicle #birds

Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self. ↗

— Ikkyu

#ozymandias #self #transience #wind #zen

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#breeze #dejan-stojanovic #forgotten #literature #literature-quotes

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #escape #lie #lies #literature

Because forgiveness is like this: a room can be dank because you have closed the windows, you've closed the curtains. But the sun is shining outside, and the air is fresh outside. In order to get that fresh air, you have to get up and open the window and draw the curtains apart. ↗

— Desmond Tutu

#apart #because #closed #curtains #draw