A Breeze Quotes
Why can't we resist the urge to second-guess and evaluate each other?...Sometimes I wonder if the final judgment will be a breeze compared with what we've put each other through here on earth. p 225
Come, every frustum longs to be a cone, And every vector dreams of matrices. Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze: It whispers of a more ergodic zone.
Laughter was like a fresh breeze - it cleaned its way through the body making everything feel good. Did other species have such a simple healer?
You still really fight for good parts. It never stops. It's never a breeze. The people at the top of their game work as hard as the people at the bottom.
A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.
You know what I find most shocking about the Vel'd'Hiv?" Guillaume said. "Its code name." I knew the answer to that, thanks to my extensive reading. Operation Spring Breeze, " I murmured.
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.
In the fall of leaves, In the hustle of breeze, In the curve of streams, I foresee, Nature keeps more concealed, Than it lets us peep!
In summer, a soothing warm breeze on a beach is the most soothing music for the soul.
The unknown breeze came wafting towards us and filled our hearts with the fragrance of love!
You don't wait for love to happen to you. You go out there and feel the breeze and sniff the air! The fragrance of love will come wafting towards you in no time!
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult
It is as difficult for most poor people to truly believe that they could someday escape poverty as it is for most wealthy people to truly believe that their wealth could someday escape them.
I am the breeze. I drift and I wander. I meet people and i touch their hearts. but people don't stay with me. They leave me. And I keep on drifting and keep on wandering. That's my life.
Sometimes all you need to do is just hold on to yourself! Look at the stars in the sky, listen to the sweet murmurings of the breeze, inhale the fragrance of the night, and you will feel fine!
I may have stumbledand stammered at your unexpected push, but the breezeanchored me and I learnt the art of survival
The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.
I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.
The smell of the ocean, southern breeze, blue sky, and the gentle sound of dancing waves make me sing the song of love.
When you give without expectations, you feel that joy is rushing through you like the spring breeze caressing a newly blooming flower.
Wind and breeze are separated todayCrimson twilight denies to fade away Grass blades turn brown to match the soilWe pretend to smile at every turmoil
I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Just as I'd realize that I couldn't keep lying to her because I was in love with her, She'd realize that you can't love a lie."Preston Drake - "Just for Now
I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.
Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.
Happy is the man who enjoy warmth of the sun and refresh in the breeze, who is secure within and say I have lived to-day.
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.
Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes
From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.
A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.
