just a little bit longer, sing: like rain, like sand, like wind in the night, prickling" from the poem - STAY from the book "Riding the Escalator
For however inhospitable the wind, from this vantage point Manhattan was simply so improbable, so wonderful, so obviously full of promise - that you wanted to approach it for the rest of your life without ever quite arriving.
You don’t need to windup the wind to keep it going. It’s the same with my erection. All you need is two AA batteries and one I love you.
I love like a leaf in the wind. Please, hold your applause until the end of the performance (the last day of fall).
I sneezed into the wind, and closed my eyes and imagined my face was barraged by cool ocean spray.
I don’t break wind—I repair it. I am the anti politician, because when one speaks, he farts through his mouth, and the people always suffer.
The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightening and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not.
The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.
I love to soar in the boundless sky. In the vast emptiness of the blue, my soul rejoices listening to the soundless music of the wind.
From the moment of my birth, I lived with pain at the center of my life. My only purpose in life was to find a way to coexist with intense pain.
They say a name expresses the thing it stands for, but I wonder if it isn't the other way around—the thing gets more and more like its name.
I feel as if the world is listening for my next thought. But I can't think of anything. Sorry, but I just can't think of anything.
And the next moment the fierce wind comes screaming, whirling the needle-pointed dust, stifling all hope. And you know then that what has not happened will never happen. That hope is an end within itself.
After I’m famous, I want my statue to be made out of beige Jell-O, and I want to be portrayed naked, so my genitals jiggle in the wind.
Day or night, I can’t see the wind. But at night, it feels like I can see it even less. What’s less visible than invisible?
Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or small forms, on unlimited or restricted canvases. These are the children of the gods.
I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears.
When you're your parents' one shot at a genetic legacy, you may get to attend all the best schools, wear all the best clothes and eat all the best foods - at least relative to children in multiple-sibling households. But you also wind up with an over...
I’m the muhfucka that did this to you! If y’all don’t know me, you better get to know me, or fuck around and wind up wit’ a hole in your forehead.
The Mississippi and its paddle boats, and the rivers of Bengal and their gleaming steamers evoked a similar atmosphere of romance, of long, song-filled voyages, high winds and lonely sunsets.
We know that something isn't right with you and Jace. You're both too strong, too fast, and Kale—dude, you keep sniffing the wind like a lost puppy that can turn into a Rottweiler at the first sign of trouble.
