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wind roots tree
Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?" Jane: "You are no ruin sir - no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop. Charlotte Bronte
wind literature wave
Commerce flourishes by circumstances, precarious, transitory, contingent, almost as the winds and waves that bring it to our shores. Charles Caleb Colton
wind fire tale-of-two-cities
Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me. Charles Dickens
wind rising sawdust
It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying churchyard was already settling into deep dim shade, and the shade was creeping up to the housetops among which they sat. "As if," said Eugene, "as if the churchyard ghosts were rising." Charles Dickens
wind east now-and-then
The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east. Charles Dickens
wind darkness woods
I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.) Bret Easton Ellis
wind skins mortality
We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. Djuna Barnes
wind hair passionate
I want to live a passionate life. I always want to feel the wind in my hair. Dave Gorman
window tapping
Someone was tapping on the window. Dave Barry
sky steel world
I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost. Charlotte Bronte
sky half flags
For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies. Bret Harte
sky black looks
Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way. Bret Easton Ellis
sky might packs
Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good. Jandy Nelson
sky bird emptiness
Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky. Chogyam Trungpa
sky sitting sun
Perhaps the window is not a sun but an asterisk, interrupting the grammar of the sky, with me sitting below it like a footnote. China Mieville
sky body bikinis
My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky. Charlaine Harris
sky fathom
Music fathoms the sky. Charles Baudelaire
sky soul larks
Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies. Edmund Burke
smell suitcases lists
To really love Joan Didion—to have been blown over by things like the smell of jasmine and the packing list she kept by her suitcase—you have to be female. Caitlin Flanagan
smell play funky
I'm gonna play something so funky you can smell it Buddy Guy
smell should enjoy
We should all just smell well and enjoy ourselves more. Cary Grant
smell confusing library
Cloisters, ancient libraries ... I was confusing learning with the smell of cold stone. Alan Bennett
smell paper energy
I love bookstores. I love the energy in a bookstore and the smell of the paper. Chris Colfer
smell museums church
I do quite like sightseeing. I like churches, museums, galleries and all that stuff. I love the smell of a church in Italy or the smell of an old greasy spoon somewhere. I like markets and little funny shops in the backstreets of Florence. Ashley Jensen
smell brain influence
Be selective about your external influences. Your multi-dimensional brain is influenced by everything you see, hear, read, smell, touch, feel or say. Brian Tracy
smell air rude
Having someone else to blame when there is a rude smell in the air. Jane Horrocks
smell afternoon hot
It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle? Billy Wilder