Swaying In The Wind Quotes

#1. I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future

Nancy B. Brewer

#2. Most of the American films were made in southern California, so if you were in Europe, watching those palm trees swaying in the wind with someone like Rita Hayworth gliding underneath them in a white convertible, you got all kinds of wonderfully wrong ideas about the place.

Charles Simic

#3. The two giant oaks in the front yard looked like flustered ladies caught mid-curtsy, their starched green leaf-dresses swaying in the wind.

Sarah Addison Allen

#4. The process of rating players can be compared to the measurement of the position of a cork bobbing up and down on the surface of agitated water with a yard stick tied to a rope and which is swaying in the wind.

Arpad Elo

#5. The wind whispers Alex's name and the ocean repeats it; the swaying trees make me think of dancing.

Lauren Oliver

#6. She's a blackbird sitting in a tree staring out at the world, daring the wind to come and knock her off the swaying bough.

J.A. Huss

#7. the mall crowds swaying like wind-blown grass, a field of flesh shot through with sudden eddies of need and gratification

William Gibson

#8. Rome was not meant to move, but to be beautiful. The wind was supposed to be the fastest thing here, and the trees, bending and swaying, to slow it down. Now

Mark Helprin

#9. Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of dark green sounds. The grove, suddenly still, is a web of fronds and branches.

Octavio Paz

#10. I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though darkness had a soul, here, swaying to heartbeats roaring.

Marjorie M. Liu

#11. Wind of the night, Questing, swaying, calling, Rustle of dull grasses, Why do you trouble me?

John Gould Fletcher