#wind

I love Latin women, yet for some reason I always wind up with blondes. ↗

— Chris Kirkpatrick

#blondes #i #i always #i love #latin

The river is constantly turning and bending and you never know where it's going to go and where you'll wind up. Following the bend in the river and staying on your own path means that you are on the right track. Don't let anyone deter you from that. ↗

— Eartha Kitt

#bend #bending #constantly #deter #following

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair. ↗

— Evel Knievel

#blowing #face #feeling #fresh #fresh air

I want people to be drawn into the space of the work. And a lot of people are like me in that they have relatively short attention spans. So I shoot for the window of opportunity. ↗

— Barbara Kruger

#attention spans #drawn #i #into #like

People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. ↗

— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

#darkness #glass #light #like #only

Mark Hammond is working in this area, with Windows Scripting Host. It is definitely an area where Python fits almost perfectly. That's quite independent from Java, actually. ↗

— Guido van Rossum

#almost #area #definitely #fits #hammond

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. ↗

— Willa Cather

#nature #nature-s-beauty #prairie #similies #spring

Every man has the right to risk his own life in order to preserve it. Has it ever been said that a man who throws himself out the window to escape from a fire is guilty of suicide? ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#escape #ever #every #every man #fire

And my mother caught wind of this. She never had really tried to guide my career or really had any say in my life as an adult, but this was the one time she said she would never speak to me again if I quit acting. ↗

— Mark Ruffalo

#adult #again #any #career #caught

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. ↗

— John Ruskin

#bad #bad weather #braces #delicious #different