Emotions are powerful, but they also change as quick as the wind. That's why the Lord says to renew your mind. Don't base decisions on what you feel.
The best way to think of the ageing process in relation to a human face is to imagine a map of an area of innocent land which slowly becomes a city with many long and winding routes.
If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?
At that moment, I wished I were the wind, free to dance across her flesh, seep through her clothing, and explore the forbidden depths of her body beneath.
Eternity hums with every beating heart, with every up-lifted voice, with the crash of waves, the whirl of wind across the shifting dunes, the cry of sea birds, and the trumpets of heavenly angels.
Why? Because I refuse to erase a man's lifetime? I tell you Brady had the same right as Cates: the right to be wrong!
That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.
... life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever.
He smelled like a sultry summer storm—cool, refreshing rain, sweltering, hot wind, and charged, electric thunder—all rolled up into one extremely enticing vampire being.
At the witching hour, the city was totally silent. Only the wind of portent blew through the gathered council of whispering brick chimneys on the rooftops, delivering the hand that would write upon the wall.
He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.
Only in stillness the wind Only from ice the flame. When all were Nameless, the wise will tell It was only by knowing the other That they came to know themselves.
You can either follow your dreams with determination and persistence until they become true, or you can be blown by the winds of fate - were anything can happen.
People stagger, but they pick up a tattered thread and wind it back onto a spool.
Oh, life, life!" Bastidas complained, sipping his drink. "What is life? A little flame at the tip of a candle, exposed to a strong wind.
Sarah, honey, I hardly think kidnappers are going to take the time to buy a memento of their stay. I could be wrong, but it seems rather unlikely.
He thought moving to a small town would allow him to find a way to get along to some extent but people were just plain idiots.
...she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.
She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.
I can't count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.
Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.
