#wind

She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving - perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining. ↗

— George Eliot

#view #window #life

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#fear #kvothe #man-s #name #patrick-rothfuss

You have the nicest window, you know? None of the others can even compete. It´s not flashy like the others, or bleary – your window gives of this nice, quiet light. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#love #window #love

Feathers blowing in the wind is no more a bird than a pile of crumpled up receipts from champagne, chocolate, and flower purchases is a true indication that a man loves a woman.
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— Jarod Kintz

#chocolate #flowers #love #true #wind

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me... ↗

— John Geddes

#horizon #land #poetry-quotes-love #sail-away #thoughts

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#humor #l-m-montomery #humor

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair... ↗

— John Geddes

#clouds #hair #love #memories #poetry-quotes

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning. ↗

— Patrick Carman

#dancing #light #morning #remember #summer

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them? ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#copy #cry #crying #despair #fall

I will think about that tomorrow! ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#procrastination #procrastination