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    It is He who makes the lightning flash upon you, inspiring you with fear and hope, and gathers up the heavy clouds. The thunder sounds His praises, and the angels, too, in awe of him. He hurls his thunderbolts at whom He pleases. Yet the unbelievers wrangle about God.

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    It's like a nesting doll of imagination! It's like a painting of a painting! It's like the wind catching a chill from the wind, or a wave taking a dip in the ocean. It's like reading a novel that merely describes another novel. It's like music tapping its foot to a tune and saying 'Oh! I love this song!

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    It is in vain to try and kick the wind.

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    I turn the water all the way hot, turn my back to the water, and I take it. I close my eyes and I'm on the hundredth floor with the jet-fuel fire at my back and the drop below. I take it and take it until I can't take it, until the heat takes over everything, and I jump, plummeting to the street I'm out of the shower. I turn my back to the mirror and look at the too-red skin behind my shoulder blades. The wind blows north and the smoke is here. Then the wind shifts and you can't smell a thing. Then the wind shifts again. Now you smell it, now you don't.

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    It's not what you did, but what you didn't do that spoke to me above the wind

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    It is the fire that consumes me; It is an inexplicable love, It is the rain that calms me; It is a melody from above. It is the wind that humbles me; It is everywhere and nowhere, It is the sand that fuels me; It is the artistry of nature. I’m consumed by what I am, I’m calmed by a riotous noise, I’m humbled through arrogance, I’m fueled by what is in poise. I’ve much cherished the mystifying, I’ve heard the unreal symphonies, I’ve been moved by the inevitable, And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.

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    It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.

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    It was not a bed with curtains, but a bed with doors like shutters. This may not seem like a nice way of having a bed, but we would all be glad of the wooden curtains about us at night if we lived in such a cottage, on the side of a hill along which the wind swept like a wild river. Through the cottage it would be streaming all night long. And a poor woman with a cough, or a man who has been out in the cold all day, is very glad of such a place to lie in, and leave the the rest of the house to the wind and the fairies.

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    It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry.

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    It would appear that the blue sky is actually produced by the solar wind and solar radiation exciting air molecules to emit light, just like a neon lamp!

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    I used to walk out, at night, to the breakwater which divides the end of the harbor form the broad moor of the salt marsh. There was nothing to block the wind that had picked up speed and vigor from its Atlantic crossing. I’d study the stars in their brilliant blazing, the diaphanous swath of the milk Way, the distant glow of Boston backlighting the clouds on the horizon as if they’d been drawn there in smudgy charcoal. I felt, perhaps for the first time, particularly American, embedded in American history, here at the nation’s slender tip. Here our westering impulse, having flooded the continent and turned back, finds itself face to face with the originating Atlantic, November’s chill, salt expanses, what Hart Crane called the “unfettered leewardings,” here at the end of the world.

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    I was tired in the evening yesterday. I felt drained by the last days outer conflicts. I felt separated from life. Suddenly I heard the wind blowing through the trees outside my open window, whispering a silent and playful invitation: "Do you want to play? Do you want to join the dance?" This playful invitation again joined my heart and being with the Existential dance. I was again in a silent prayer and oneness with life.

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    I’ve always wanted to be free, but was stuck in the Forbidden City for life. After I die, I don’t want to be held back anymore. I want to be like the wind. Isn’t that more lovely? Being buried in the ground, what’s so great?… -Ruo Xi

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    I've lived to see my longings die" I've lived to se my longings die: My dreams and I have grown apart; Now only sorrow haunts my eye, The wages of a bitter heart. Beneath the storms of hostile fate, My flowery wreath has faded fast; I live alone and sadly wait To see when death will come at last. Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!

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    Listen O’ westward winds,chime a requiem for my languid thoughts,for they are fruitless by the lone hours,and count not my tears, O’ streams in my stupor;and these low melancholy strings, the soul shall tune!

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    Listening to intuition is similar to watching wind wiggle a pond. Allow the ripples to move you where you need to be.

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    Light is born in darkness. Sound is born in silence. Wind is born in stillness. Nature is born in chaos.

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    Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.

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    Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the winds of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing, The bare trees are tossing their branches on high; The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing, The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky. I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray; I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing, And hear the wild roar of their thunder to-day!

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    look at the painting and listen to the wind

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    Love is the flow of wind. When it stops, you feel suffocated.

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    Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and scent The snow!

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    Love is wind for the soul

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    Most people come and go like the wind but some are like storms ; you have no power but to let them in , though you know deep down ; that once they leave you’ll never be the same person ever again …

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    Music gives inspiration...one that sounds windy with humming sound, such can put you in a trance, only to come back and discover some witty ideas.

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    Many people are trying hard to be invincible, and most of the time they fail invisible, while few find their spotlight. But the remarkable person is one, who can be both invincible and invisible at the same time.

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    Loss is like a wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death.

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

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    Never forget: we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.

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    No matter what winds others may create against you, you can adjust your sails to navigate and continue your travels.

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    Once lively peonies now wind-weary, and ragged at the edges, hang their heavy crowns; rain on their backs, one final act, before detaching from the stem and falling down.

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    No.” The word burned in his mouth and sizzled on his tongue. “A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand.” His last words were with finality, his eyes no longer sparked. “I think, I too have known autumn too long.

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    Not a single rumor whispered on the wind here. He was too high up for such lowly experiences, too removed from the mundane and the pain. For these few blessed moments the rushing sensations blew away his controversial existence. And he smiled.

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    Oh and night, the night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces

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    . . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolving within the trees—then, fleeting words of consolation would not suffice if feigned, and flippant words confessed reluctance—our words were meaningless uttered on the wind. . .

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    Only dead leaves allow the wind to blow them to and fro.

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    Outside the closed windshield, birds hovered mid-air, held aloft by the relentless breeze. Lethbridge was a prairie city, dusty and slow-moving, but it had one constant that separated it from other places on the flatland: Wind. Bracing for it, Lou swung the door open and caught the handle before the gusts could tear it from her hand. Black hair whipped around her face. Scents rose and swirled past, carried by the breeze. Lou breathed in sunbaked soil and sparse golden grasses, motor oil and fast food.

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    Outside, a brisk wind churned the wind chimes on the porch into a forbidding cacophony of discontent.

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    Pain is only wind, bend as the palm and let it blow over you.

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    Only you can change your own world. No one else.

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    - Qu'y-a-t-il au sommet de la montagne ? - Le ciel. - Que dit le loup quand il hurle ? - Joie, force et solitude. - A qui s'adresse-t-il ? - A la lune. - Où va la rivière ? - Remplir la mer. - A qui la nuit fait-elle peur ? - A ceux qui attendent le jour pour voir. - Es-tu vent ou nuage ? - Je suis moi. - Es-tu vent ou nuage ? - Vent. - Es-tu ombre ou lumière ? - Je suis moi. - Es-tu ombre ou lumière ? - Les deux. - Que devient une lame qui se brise ? - Une poussière d'étoile. - Que fais-tu devant une rivière que tu ne peux pas traverser ? - Je le traverse. - Que devient une étoile qui meurt ? - Un rêve qui vit. - Offre moi un mot. - Silence. - Un autre. - Harmonie. - Un dernier. - Fluidité. - L'ours et le chien se disputent un territoire, qui a raison ? - Le chat qui les observe. - Marie tes trois mots. - Marchombre.

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    Quello che un attimo fa era un caldo abbraccio si è trasformato in un freddo soffio di vento...

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    Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.

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    Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonight Sparkling for moon's spiced silver bite Upon skin of darkness, loving night more Storm begins unlocking cold wind's door

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    She accepted it uncertainly. “This will help?” Without waiting for an answer, with that unsettling trust of hers, she popped open the lid and dug in her finger, smearing the slick substance on and around her mouth. Going outside of the lines, as he deduced she did with most everything in her life. When she was done, she looked absolutely ridiculous. Caine barely resisted smiling at her. “It will help immensely.

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    Scholars, I plead with you, Where are your dictionaries of the wind, the grasses?

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    ~Seasons of Life~ When the sunburn I blind, When the sky showers I cover, When the wind blows I blanket, When the death calls I undergo, When would I experience the nature?

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    Sie haben uns förmlich von der Außenwelt abgeschnitten, Josua,« unterbrach Zwakh die Stille, »seit Sie das Fenster geschlossen haben, hat niemand mehr ein Wort gesprochen.« »Ich dachte nur darüber nach, als vorhin die Mäntel so flogen, wie seltsam es ist, wenn der Wind leblose Dinge bewegt,« antwortete Prokop schnell, wie um sich wegen seines Schweigens zu entschuldigen: »Es sieht gar so wunderlich aus, wenn Gegenstände plötzlich zu flattern anheben, die sonst immer tot daliegen. Nicht? – Ich sah einmal auf einem menschenleeren Platz zu, wie große Papierfetzen, – ohne daß ich vom Winde etwas spürte, denn ich stand durch ein Haus gedeckt, – in toller Wut im Kreise herumjagten und einander verfolgten, als hätten sie sich den Tod geschworen. Einen Augenblick später schienen sie sich beruhigt zu haben, aber plötzlich kam wieder eine wahnwitzige Erbitterung über sie, und in sinnlosem Grimm rasten sie umher, drängten sich in einen Winkel zusammen, um von neuem besessen auseinander zu stieben und schließlich hinter einer Ecke zu verschwinden. Nur eine dicke Zeitung konnte nicht mitkommen; sie blieb auf dem Pflaster liegen und klappte haßerfüllt auf und zu, als sei ihr der Atem ausgegangen und als schnappe sie nach Luft. Ein dunkler Verdacht stieg damals in mir auf: was, wenn am Ende wir Lebewesen auch so etwas Ähnliches wären wie solche Papierfetzen? – Ob nicht vielleicht ein unsichtbarer, unbegreiflicher »Wind« auch uns hin und her treibt und unsre Handlungen bestimmt, während wir in unserer Einfalt glauben unter eigenem, freiem Willen zu stehen? Wie, wenn das Leben in uns nichts anderes wäre als ein rätselhafter Wirbelwind? Jener Wind, von dem die Bibel sagt: Weißt du, von wannen er kommt und wohin er geht? – – – Träumen wir nicht auch zuweilen, wir griffen in tiefes Wasser und fingen silberne Fische, und nichts anderes ist geschehen, als daß ein kalter Luftzug unsere Hände traf?

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    She took another step. The simple motion of her moving leg was like a dance, the unexaggerated shifting of her hip entrancing as a fire. The arch of her bare foot said more of sex than anything I'd seen in my young life.

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    She loves him so but he didn't stay. The wind can't blow this storm away.