I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?
Haruki MurakamiTags: human weakness flaw breeze cicadas
Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.
Jack KerouacTags: life jack-kerouac breeze field-station book-of-sketches
There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.
J.D. StroubeTags: wisdom people rain horror wrong right emptiness fire empty senses exist breeze caress
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.
Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.
Suddenly, you know you are alive.
Tags: life freedom pleasure uplifting wind feeling drunk alive sensation air drunken breeze freshness crisp vigor uplifted fresh exultation feeling-alive headiness heady invigorating windy
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
Dejan StojanovicTags: wisdom books poetry philosophy literature smile poets quotes forgotten summer window breeze store poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic the-sun-watches-the-sun
I listen to the sound of India's voices for the last time . Laughter ripples like water . A prayer is a single note held long . There is so much life here . And too much death.I feel a soft brezze caress my face and I look up. An orange ribbon is floating through the air . In India , it's easy to see the wind .
Cathy OstlereTags: wind india spritual breeze
... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Paul HoffmanTags: life love soul kiss breath dead touch happy spirit unseen always tomas paul cold temple forever air soft gloom breeze warm near cale hoffman arbell around
I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.”
And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.
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I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.
Brandon SandersonTags: breeze
A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.
Susan AbulhawaTags: peace forget breeze curtains
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