The winds that blow
The winds that blow our billions away return burdened with themes of scorn and dispraise. Garet Garrett
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The winds that blow our billions away return burdened with themes of scorn and dispraise. Garet Garrett
I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave. Gail Carson Levine
Curiosity ran unchecked through him, like the wind outside through the deserted streets, along the canal, around the little wooden houses, everywhere, as far as the mountain. Gabrielle Roy
Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and … Read more
A crippled child Said, How shall I dance? Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: How shall I sing? Let your heart sing We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, But I, how shall I dance? Let your heart fly to the wind We said. Then God spoke from above How … Read more
According to a recent study, depression is described as being the disease most destructive to humankind, largely because of the devastation it wreaks on our lives…. Yes, we could set up our minds to ignore our feelings and barricade ourselves from the winds and dust of the brain pattern. And we could become like robots, … Read more
We cannot organize revival, but we can set our sails to catch the wind from Heaven when God chooses to blow upon His people once again G. Campbell Morgan
The famous statue of Christ the Redeemer that overlooks Rio de Janeiro is only 130 feet tall. McGuinty’s eco-idols [Wind Turbines] will be three times that height, but will serve the same imposing purpose. Ezra Levant
I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made. Ezra Pound
See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back. Ezra Pound