A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.
Without individuals feeling safe and having an environment of safety, they then have reluctance of taking part in the city of being active. They wind up wanting to leave the city. That's more detrimental.
I kind of go where the wind blows, and TV has just been how I make a living so far.
the wind is scary.. during a tornado or in life in general.. never know when a gust is going to come in your direction and change everything
When you pour out words from your heart to your lover, make sure they aren't on a paper vessel and lost to the wind.
Tree roots hold river banks together and stop the wind blowing soil away, there are many creatures that live in woods and they provide a sense of well-being and look nice.
Anybody who tunes into Rush Limabaugh already knows what he's going to say and is already inclined to agree. So it winds up creating tribes.
The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown all over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.
I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.
Our Constitution was not written in the sands to be washed away by each wave of new judges blown in by each successive political wind.
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
That's a powerful lucky rabbit's foot. I got the part in Gone With the Wind because of it. I got my Warner contract, thanks to it.
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
The jazz clubs wind up having only rich tourists - the kids can't come. If they do, then they spend their entire monthly allotments on a 45-minute set.
He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.
President Bush says he needs a month off to unwind. Unwind? When the hell does this guy wind?
They were the men and the women of the sand, of the wind, of the light, of the night. They appeared as in a dream, at the crest of a dune, as if they were born of the cloudless sky.
The whole climate is changing: the winds, the ocean currents, the storm patterns, snow packs, snowmelt, flooding, droughts. Temperature is just a bit of it.
