There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask "What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, What if you fly?
Not considering this opening worthy of more attention, I continued our pursuit to the Northwest, being desirous to embrace the advantages of the prevailing breeze.
Thankfulness opens the door and ushers in peace and joy like a blessed breeze on a hot and humid Louisiana summer day.
I would rather the man who presents something for my consideration subject me to a zephyr of truth and a gentle breeze of responsibility rather than blow me down with a curtain of hot wind.
I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
The fall is my favorite time of year. I love the colors. The sun is out, you get warmth on your skin but there's the coolness of the breeze. It's really comfortable.
A director's dream? No, Bollywood reality in 1995.Business is booming, but cliché's are passée. A different sort of breeze-fresh, young-is unsettling fatigued conventions.
There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.
You should try not to talk so much, friend. You'll sound far less stupid that way. - Breeze
My mind is like a room where the door swings free in the breeze, and many visitors come and go and stay and vanish as they will.
The calm serenity of the breeze as it blows across the ocean releases the tangled web within my mind.
The wind held the door open for me, and I appreciated it. Who knew the breeze was such a southern gentleman?
He was beautiful in the way that a breeze is beautiful—the kind of beauty you feel gratitude for.
A ghost from her past, part of a world to which she no longer belonged but had never stopped missing.
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.
Although it wasn't raining anymore, the air was still heavy with water, and rain gutters were ringing all over Point Breeze.
I love the sound of the trees in the breeze. If the forest is so clearly musical, why can’t it play the guitar while I sing Nirvana covers?
Let the sea breeze blow your hair, let the sunset bring tranquility to your heart, let the distant places you travel allow you to explore yourself.
A long time ago I learned that an atheist and a believer trying to have a discussion about God and religion is like shooting the breeze and having it shoot back.
And just like a midsummer nights breeze, she ran away, into the moonlight, a fox, proud and strong. The lone wolf walked away, saddened she was gone.
Beautiful sunrise in the far away mountains, painting the wide horizon with vibrant warm colors, among the chill from the morning breeze. ☥
