A Voice In The Wind Quotes

#1. Yes, the sound of water, the voice of the wind - completely foreign to human passions. All the other sounds of this earth brought contamination to the solitude of a soul.

Joseph Conrad

#2. The voice is deep and soft, not a sound so much as a feeling. It is storm and wind and leaves twisting in the night. It is roots sucking deep at the earth, and the pale, sightless creatures that live below the ground. But there's something wrong with this voice, something diseased at its core.

Sabaa Tahir

#3. I close my eyes and listen to the ocean.
I'm thinking about sailing, to England or maybe France. The way the wind would feel on my face and the sound of his voice screaming my name through his laughter. The waves would crash like applause. God, I remember when I used to be afraid of the ocean.

Hannah Moskowitz

#4. the living voice of God does not sound, pomp and ceremony, however elaborately observed, are like empty phantoms. So, we should see that papacy is so much wind.

John Calvin

#5. The wind is calling in a voice I remember

Chris Abani

#6. But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.

Hafsah Faizal

#7. Only as the written text began to speak would the voices of the forest, and of the river, begin to fade. And only then would language loosen its ancient association with the invisible breath, the spirit sever itself from the wind, the psyche dissociate itself from the environing air.

David Abram

#8. Butler," he called, his voice thin and childlike in the wind.
"Yes, Artemis, what?"
"If something goes wrong, wait for me. No matter how it looks, I will return. I will bring them all back.

Eoin Colfer

#9. The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding on the tails of the wind. I yawn and stretch, rolling over. I fold my pillow under my head and wait for the voice to return. When I hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing I allow myself to drift back into a dreamless slumber.

Lauren Hammond

#10. If I provide for this life and turn away from the Lord, I am wise for a moment, but lost forever.

Francine Rivers

#11. Wind-voice looked in amazement at the sword in his claws. "I - I'll keep it safe," he muttered to Winger. "For the hero, when he comes ... "
Winger was smiling a light, dreamy smile that radiated all over his thin face. "The hero is here, Wind-voice," he said, awed. "You're the hero.

Nancy Yi Fan

#12. If my comrades are not destined to rule the world, then away with it! A shower of atom bombs upon it and in place of its meaningsless chatter about 'love' and 'peace' the voice of the howling wind over its ruins.

Savitri Devi

#13. Bridget's voice floated out from the kitchen. Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart, Cold are the drops of rain; The very first love that ever I had In greenwood he was slain. I'll do as much for my sweetheart As any young woman may; I'll sit and mourn at his graveside A twelve-month and a day.

Cassandra Clare

#14. Winter is coming, Elena," he said, and his voice was clear and chilling even over the howling of the wind, "An unforgiving season. Before it comes, you'll have learned what I can and can't do. Before winter is here, you'll have joined me. You'll be mine.

L.J.Smith

#15. You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn't necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.

Margaret Atwood

#16. And he listened to me. That was the thing he did, as if he was trying to fill himself up with all the sound he could hear. He listened to the wind and the falling ocean and my voice, always with rapt attention, a concentration that almost excluded physical bodies themselves and kept only the sounds.

Ray Bradbury

#17. So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers, follow her summons when she calls again.
In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.

John Denver

#18. My voice sounds like I have a cold, all the mucus from my crying lodged in my nose. A train, Mama said. Camille came, and the wind sounded like trains.

Jesmyn Ward

#19. When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him,Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

Kahlil Gibran

#20. The wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant Oaks than to the least of all blades of grass, And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving

Kahlil Gibran

#21. A myth without a voice is like a dandelion without a breath of wind.
No way to spread the seeds.

V.E Schwab

#22. Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all.

Anna Akhmatova

#23. No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.

Mark Strand

#24. Should I thank you for putting on pants?" Lorcan said, his voice no more than a midnight wind.
"I didn't want you to feel inadequate," Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door.

Sarah J. Maas

#25. [ ... ] and the barred owl calls from the well of my mind,
more echo than thought, as it fades through the wind
and flickers away to the silence beyond
like that voice, in myself, of another.

John Burnside

#26. There was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light came through it, as though a chink in the dark: light out of the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice agin, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#27. She twisted her body to the curtained windows, listening to the night. "Where are you, poor dead thing? Are you right outside?" The voice of the sea drifted on a low wind, like the noise a wolf might make in its sleep.

Robert Dunbar

#28. Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind

Pocahontas

#29. She was good-natured with a ribald sense of humour, breaking wind fairly frequently and uninhibitedly, then asking in a loud voice: "Who's let Johnny out of prison?" I

Susie Kelly

#30. A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!

Richard Henry Stoddard

#31. So I shall just imagine myself for a fortnight or so at one side of the fireplace of a country cottage, with a sympathetic soul opposite me. And I shall go on talking, in a low voice while the sea sounds in the distance and overhead the great black flood of wind polishes the bright stars.

Ford Madox Ford

#32. A familiar oak tree. A pine needle carpeted forest. She searches for secret messages from her dead father. The big house fills the background. Wind carries a sound of distant crying, and a plaintive voice sounding like her sister.

Michael Abramson

#33. It is unacceptable to sit in your room alone and scream at your life, but it is perfectly acceptable (albeit not exactly normal) to do it with a good friend on the highway, hearing your voice rise to the rush of the window wind and then hearing it be taken away, left behind in your wake.

David Levithan

#34. The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? "What has this god of yours ever really done for you?" She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. "Everything.

Francine Rivers

#35. The boy listened to the sound of her voice and thought it to be more beautiful than the sound of the wind in the date palms.

Paulo Coelho

#36. The word of Mohammad is a voice direct from nature's own heart - all else is wind in comparison.

Thomas Carlyle

#37. I count the years and I shed no tears; I'm blinded to what might have been. Nature's voice makes my heart rejoice; play me the wild song of the wind.

Bob Dylan

#38. Imagine, a Being with a mind as great as God's, with feet like trees and a voice like rushing wind, telling you that you are His cherished creation.

Donald Miller

#39. On the trees were no longer only leaves but brown fruits, on the bushes no longer blossoms but clusters of red berries. And the wind had a rough manliness in its voice - the tone not of a lover but of a husband.

Matthew Pearl

#40. (voice) ... it was honey, smoke, crystal, fire, wind, water, earth.

Anne Rivers Siddons

#41. A voice is in the wind I do not know
A meaning on the face of the high hills
Whose utterance I cannot comprehend.
A something is behind them: that is God.

George MacDonald

#42. When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.

Stephen Crane

#43. A cicada whines,
his voice
Starting to drown through the rainy world,
No ripple of wind,
no sound but his song of black wings,
No song but the song of his black wings.
Such emptiness at the heart,
such emptiness at the heart of being,

Charles Wright

#44. I always think of a voice as an instrument, whether a voice is a trumpet, or violin, or bass. You know what I mean? A horn or wind instrument versus a string instrument. Horn instruments are definitely more toward jazz.

Debbie Harry

#45. The fire has its flame and praises God.
The wind blows the flame and praises God.
In the voice we hear the word which praises God.
And the word, when heard, praises God.
So all of creation is a song of praise to God.

Hildegard Of Bingen

#46. My wishing star glowed slightly and winked back at me. I could almost hear its voice, tinkling like wind chimes and church bells, reassuring me that everything would return to normal.

Erica Sehyun Song

#47. It's time. It's time. It sounded like her father's voice in the wind. Run, Star Girl.

Mercedes M. Yardley

#48. And now I am the way she walks, and now I am the way he smiles. I am the wind that blows and now I am the sun that shines. I am the laughter in your voice, I am the sadness of your soul. And now I am the careless wind and now I flow like the lost river.

Preeti Bhonsle

#49. We can hear your voice
We can hear it through the songs of praise
We can hear it through the birds
We can hear it through the wind
We can hear your voice in our hearts
We can hear your voice in our minds
We can hear you through everyhing

April Nichole

#50. Ere the dolphin dies
Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath
Are tropic winds before the voice of death.

Fitz-Greene Halleck

#51. And so it was I entered the broken world
To trace the visionary company of love, its voice
An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.

Hart Crane

#52. We could look out our windows and still see your face, still hear your voice on the wind. But where do we look for you now?

Mitch Albom

#53. In the spring when the wind is in the new leaves the echo of her voice may still be heard by the fall that bear her name.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#54. They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.

Thomas Gray

#55. John Fiedler's voice was kind of like the wind blowing through tall grass. It sounded homey and it sounded comforting.

Jim Cummings

#56. A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.

Charlotte Bronte

#57. The wind had a voice as it came over the waves, and it was sadder than the end.

Stephen Crane

#58. No," he heard a voice on the wind say. "If I had told you, you wouldn't have seen the Pyramids. They're beautiful, aren't they?

Paulo Coelho

#59. Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

William Shakespeare

#60. Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I crouched as close as I dared and listened to its voice, a whispered howl of joy and rage.

Dan Wells

#61. There is nothing as relaxing as being out on the open sea, listening to the waves and the wind and the sails and voices downstairs yelling "HOW DO YOU FLUSH THESE TOILETS?"

Dave Barry

#62. Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen, had no choice

Peter Gabriel

#63. As my friend and I talked, a homeless man sang just across the street from us, and we caught his voice in the snatches as the wind came over in gusts.

Teju Cole

#64. They are the fuga bidone, Christopher. They broke away. They're too far
ahead to reel in," Luca whispered, his voice breaking into the wind that licked
the mountain top. "We are the peloton."

"We'll see them again at the finish line.

P.D. Singer

#65. It seemed to him that he could hardly hear the sound of his own shrill voice: it was blown away from him by the willow-wind and drowned in a clamor of leaves, as soon as the words left his mouth. He felt desperate: lost and witless.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#66. The sound of the surf mingled with the wind rushing in his ears, and still it did not drown out the sound of her voice: "Can you think of any reason why I should not stay?"
A thousand. None of them good enough.

Connie Brockway

#67. Before we met, I'd fly for hours to clear my head," Bones said, his voice reaching me even over the rush of wind.
"It was the closest I came to finding peace, but though several of my mates could fly, I always went alone. I never wanted to share this with anyone until you.

Jeaniene Frost

#68. Her laughter changed her voice from wind chimes to the jingling of sleigh bells.

Leland Dirks

#69. Without a word she swivels, as if she's voice activated, as if she's on little oiled wheels, as if she's on top of a music box. I resent this grace of hers. I resent her meek head, bowed as if into a heavy wind. But there is no wind.

Margaret Atwood

#70. Don't give in to your fears," said the alchemist, in a strangely gentle voice. "If you do, you won't be able to talk to your heart." "But I have no idea how to turn myself into the wind." "If a person is living out his Personal Legend, he knows everything he needs to know.

Paulo Coelho

#71. Daniel's voice brushed along my cheek like dark feathers, like a long night wind coming down from some far mountain. Take what you want and pay for it, says God.

Tana French

#72. Never doubt God in the darkness what he has given us in the light.

Francine Rivers

#73. We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

Edwin Arnold

#74. It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind has dropped its voice and whispers instead of screaming, and the sun is out and the trees look surprised, and over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green.

Shirley Jackson

#75. Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns. The wind was the furious voice of this sluggish animal light that was baring the dormers and mullions and scullions of Cold Comfort Farm.

Stella Gibbons

#76. I launched forward. The Shift was effortless. A snarl ripped from my throat, and the ground rushed past me. My paws were nearly skinned with the pace. My people joined me. Death was on the wind, in our voice, in our soul.

Meg Caddy

#77. He folded into my arms. I buried my face in his hair, and I listened to the sounds of midsummer on my island. Gorse pods were crackling in the sun. When the wind shifted, I could hear the voice of the sea, woven through always with birdsong and mermaids.

Harper Fox

#78. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the wind. 'That Might be our future in that box.'
'The future is ours to take, Jack we don't need anybody to give it to us.' Walker looked out through the windows at the lake. It was immense.

Jack McDevitt

#79. I've always been in love with Howard McGillen's voice, ever since I got wind of him.

Christine Ebersole

#80. The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.'
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".'
'Do I?

Patrick Rothfuss