Pastoral Resources

We will stomp to the top with the wind in our teeth.

What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?

After a while, you can't get any higher. It's like your head is in a wind tunnel - everything is vibrating.

A house without books is like a room without windows. No man has a right to bring up his children without surrounding them with books, if he has the means to buy them.

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale.

That's a powerful lucky rabbit's foot. I got the part in Gone With the Wind because of it. I got my Warner contract, thanks to it.

I did feel Dr. Cox, the character that I was auditioning for, was too similar to the head of the hospital. He was too arrogant and mean. I approached him kind of like I had a miniature Max sitting on my shoulder. I pictured Max saying, 'This guy has got to give love every once in a while. He has to!' I knew there had to be tiny little windows of redemption.

My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

I just like to take it as it comes, go where the wind blows me. I'm not going to plan.

Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.

The only thing that I'd rather own than Windows is English, because then I could charge you two hundred and forty-nine dollars for the right to speak it.

I was asleep, in the upstairs bedroom, in the rear of the house. There was this tremendous crash, there was a terrible wind force hitting my body, and then I blanked out.

Most women don't like good men. They say they want a good buy, but most women always wind up with the bad boy.

No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with, the wind.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

Thus far we run before the wind.