Best 89 of Breeze quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 17 Sep

Osho

Love is wild; its whole beauty is in its wildness. It comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Brian Jacques

You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the earth belong to you in friendship. Be good to them. —Breeze, to Sunflash the Mace

By Anonym 18 Sep

Avijeet Das

Sometimes the tender breeze can help us feel the presence of someone by bringing us their fragrance.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Albert Camus

From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Carew Papritz

I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Avijeet Das

The tender breeze felt my loneliness. It brought me your fragrance.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Aime Cesaire

Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Vijaya Gowrisankar

I may have stumbled and stammered at your unexpected push, but the breeze anchored me and I learnt the art of survival

By Anonym 13 Sep

Richard Bode

I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Munia Khan

Wind and breeze are separated today Crimson twilight denies to fade away Grass blades turn brown to match the soil We pretend to smile at every turmoil

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jude Watson

Palm trees were fanned by a warm, light breeze, and they rolled down their windows to smell the sea.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Haruki Murakami

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sanober Khan

May you always have open breezy spaces in your mind.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mike Bond

The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susan Wittig Albert

The worst thing about talk ... is that there's no way to lay it to rest. Every fresh breeze brings a new speculation.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alberto Caeiro

Sometimes in the evening on Summer days, Even when there’s not a breeze at all, it seems Like there’s a light breeze blowing for a minute But the trees are unmoving In every leaf of their leaves And our feelings have had an illusion, An illusion of what would please them...

By Anonym 19 Sep

Elijah Onyenmeriogu

The moment you cross the border of your country to another, nature will blow you the breeze of revolution, no matter how long you may spend abroad, you will never return back home the same again, it is either greater or worse.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Marcus Tullius Cicero

The popular breeze - Aura popularis

By Anonym 16 Sep

Akshay Vasu

Every time I am in the dark and a bit of light falls on me, I see a bit of you in my shadows. There is always a bit of you in every song I hear, in every thought I conceive, in every rain that I drench in, in every star that I stare at in the sky every night and in every breeze that touches me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michael Grant

Sorry, folks, but the maximum occupancy is seventy-five,” Albert said. Then he spotted Jack. “Jack, how’s it going?” “What? Oh, fine.” Jack was confused as to how to proceed. He didn’t want to wait in line if Brianna wasn’t even inside. “You look like a man with a question,” Albert prompted. “Well, I’m kind of looking for Brianna. We had this…it’s a…tech thing. You wouldn’t understand.” “Breeze is already inside.” One of the kids in the line said, “Of course she is, she’s a freak. They always get in.” A second kid nodded. “Yeah, the freaks don’t wait in lines. Bet she didn’t have to pay, either.” Albert said, “Hey, she got here a little before you guys did and she waited. And she paid.” Then to Jack. “Go ahead in.” “See?” the first kid crowed. “He’s one, too.” “Dude, he set up my sound system,” Albert said. “What have you done for me other than stand here and bust on me?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Akshay Vasu

Nobody cared for her until the time she touched everyone like a breeze, but the day she turned into a storm and swept everything on her way out, the world stood still. She was a nightmare none had ever across.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sanober Khan

Breezy days deserve the union of two old friends.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Nithin Purple

Despondency slightly dies when hopeful Autumn arrives,and latest wings of soft breeze,starts to fledge,to aplomb the soulful life and gardens to lush with fruits as oft.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Brandon Sanderson

It is not at all polite to point out a crusty old pessimist's dark inner secret.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Katherine Mcintyre

From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Tao Porchon-lynch

Leave your yawns behind you and feel the tiny new breeze of life lighting up inside of you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jasleen Kaur Gumber

In the fall of leaves, In the hustle of breeze, In the curve of streams, I foresee, Nature keeps more concealed, Than it lets us peep!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michael Grant

Sam. Brianna is dead.” He just stared at her. Then, in a soft, almost childlike voice, he said, “Breeze?” “She stopped Gaia. It looked like Brianna almost killed her. The second time she . . . But this time . . .” There were tears in Sam’s eyes. “My God. How is Dekka?” “Like you’d expect. Destroyed. Roger’s dead, too, so Edilio . . . It’s been really bad, Sam. Really bad. It’s like we’re in a war.” “We are.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Oksana Rus

My everlasting Summer fills heart with laughter like a blooming flower... Her diverse sounds is nature's symphony, sprinkle delight, with comfort of ocean breeze which needs no attest.. The unique every moment of soul's revival and its sun to shine...

By Anonym 13 Sep

Katherine Hannigan

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Carroll

There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Brandon Sanderson

A man is what he has passion about. If you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you'll end up miserable.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sanober Khan

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Swami Prabhavananda

The breeze of God's grace is blowing continually. You have to set your sail to catch that breeze.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Carl Sagan

Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michael Grant

The door exploded inward and a tangle of bug legs appeared. “I can hold them, but I can’t kill them all,” Caine shouted. “Yeah. They’re hard to kill. You got a plan?” Caine bit savagely at his thumb, worrying the cuticle. They were surrounded. The very walls were being battered. The windows were all smashed. They couldn’t fit through the door but they would soon make it wide enough. They stood, Caine and Brianna, in the kitchen, the center of the house, as far as possible from the windows, but now the bugs had their mandibles shoved in through the doors and windows, questing, slicing the air, their ropelike tongues lashing madly. The entire house was like a drum pounded by dozens of drumsticks. “You know, I’m kind of disappointed,” Brianna said. “Situation like this? Sam would come up with a plan.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Peter Drucker

Innovation opportunities do not come with the tempest but with the rustling of the breeze.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cristen Rodgers

I love letting my soul soar on a summer breeze, or getting entranced by the rhythm of the sea. It carries you off on its currents until you’re completely lost and then drops you back on the shores of reality with salt on your cheeks and grains of dreams running through your fingers like sand. It’s almost an occasional necessity – I guess because when you get completely, fantastically, dizzyingly lost you’re temporarily suspended between what has been and what could be. In those first moments when you come back up for air, or when you float back down to the ground, you’re living in the land of possibility, where you understand that reality can stretch just as far as you’re willing to dream.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ramakrishna

The breeze of grace is always blowing; set your sail to catch that breeze.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Georgia Douglas Johnson

I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michael Grant

Who are you?’ Gaia gasped. The girl froze for a moment. Looked at her. Smiled and said, ‘Who am I? I’m the Breeze, bitch!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Frank Loesser

I hear music Mighty fine music, The murmur of a morning breeze up there The rattle of the milkman on the stair Sure that's music.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Paul Hoffman

... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michael Grant

Brianna’s looking for Drake,” Edilio said, thinking out loud. “You sent her out against Drake?” Albert demanded. “Sent her? Who sends Brianna out to get into a fight? She goes on her own. Anyway, it’s not like you’ve left us with anyone else.” Albert had the decency not to say anything to that. “You know, you guys put me in charge. I didn’t ask to be in charge. I didn’t want to be in charge. Sam was in charge and all you guys ever did was give him grief,” Edilio said. “You two, especially.” He pointed at Albert and Astrid. “So, okay, Astrid takes over. And then Astrid finds out it’s not so much fun being in charge. So it’s like, okay, let’s get the dumb wetback to do the job.” “No one ever—,” Astrid protested. “And me, like a fool, I’m thinking, okay, that must mean people trust me. They asked me to be in charge, be the mayor. Come to find out, I’m not making decisions; Albert’s making decisions. Albert’s deciding we need to find more water and sending our two best fighters off into the countryside. Now I’m supposed to fix everything? It’s like you go, ‘Fight a war,’ but you sent my army off on a wild goose chase.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michael Grant

Have either of you seen Sam? Brianna can’t find him.” Albert sighed. “He’s out of town.” Edilio felt the blood drain out of his face. “He’s what?” Astrid arrived, coldly furious. “I’m not on the council anymore. You have no right—” “Shut up, Astrid,” Edilio said. Astrid, Albert, and Howard all stared. Edilio was as amazed as any of them. He considered apologizing—he had never spoken to Astrid that way. He’d never spoken to anyone that way. The truth was he was scared. Sam was out of town? With Drake running loose? “What makes you think Sam is out of town?” Edilio asked Albert. “I sent him,” Albert said. “Him and Dekka. Taylor and Jack, too. They’re looking for water.” “They’re what?” “Looking for water.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Avijeet Das

You were born unique. Do not let the world make you conform to the limitations present in the prevailing winds of thought. Be the unique breeze with no limits or destination and keep on flowing!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Paul Hoffman

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Katherine Mcintyre

A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rachel Hartman

We are adrift, and the thinnest breeze may blow us where it will.