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The wind is blowing. Adore the wind.
I never imagined I would have one fan, and there seems to be a few. I just couldn't be happier that people seem to like what I'm doing and seem to respond to it. If they weren't there, I don't know what I'd be doing right now.
heat radiating off of his skin, coming
Do me the one favor, Sassenach," he said, draping the heavy velvet over my shoulders. "Take a larger fan.
Its the shingaling, baby!
When the candle flame is very weak, don't create any wind!
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
A breeze blew so clean and sweet, that one could not think that it blew from the sky; it blew rather through some hole in the sky.
I approach every single thing I do as a fan. It's the only way I can do things. That way, I never let myself down.
For raging wind blows up incessant showers
For every 1 fan I have 20 haters, once I can reach 1000 haters for 1 fan, I know I've made it.
My fans are my lovers, my friends, my family, my Everything
Holding onto Midge's shirt so he isn't carried off in the wind, we
The fans - the Echelon - send in their pictures and they've been wrapped around my kit, as a kind of a thank you. The Echelon's commitment, loyalty, creativity and ability to express who they really are, consistently inspires me.
Mr. Chan," Grace said as the wind whipped strands of her hair across her face. "What are you doing here?" She shouted over the howling wind as it lashed around them.
"Catering," the old man said flashing her a toothy gold grin.
My fans are flawless as long as you ride with me i will always be there for you
How does it look?" Richard asks.
"You know the expression about shit hitting the fan?"
"Yeah."
"It looks like the other side of the fan.
My fans are like my glasses. Without them I'd be blurry.
You are cold, while you yourself fan flames.
Why do I get the feeling, interjected Cheops, that shit and fan are moving into conjunction, and that we might be in the way?
What's cooler than being cool?
There is a chill where warmth moved out.
Shit, meet Fan. Fan, this is Shit.
sucking on a football.
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan
like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
I fill my lungs with the feeling; I step into the slight breeze and clutch a fistful of wind as it weaves its way through my fingers.
The fans are great. They give me that extra edge.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
What could be better than to sit besides the fire with a book and a glowing lamp while the wind beats outside the windows...
There is a Dutch word, uitwaaien, to walk against the wind for pleasure.
Words and feathers the wind carries away.
I would like to throw an egg into an electric fan.
based on what the wind does, we build
Churning, baking, spinning and soap-making. In summer,
Jolly boating weather,
And a hay harvest breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
Close a door, and you'd still feel a breeze through the window.
I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
I get so much energy from the fans.
Summer is full of smoke, and endless lawns. Quietly, whether across moss or on algae, knee over the railing of the little porch, fate comes.
If you want fans, you have to be a fan first.
Angel dust blown a sunder,
Nestling on the edge of unchartered dreams,
Filtering the dileneation between ones desires & needs.
The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.
My fans want me with my hair.
A nurse is to maintain the air within the room as fresh as the air without, without lowering the temperature.
The winds are out of breath.
Sometimes you are working and you feel like walking out into the terrace, stretching, looking out and feeling the night air on your face.
the wind, putting all of her strength into
What is my loftiest ambition? I've always wanted to throw an egg into an electric fan.
Less flapping, more flying!
Poetry is a fireplace in summer or a fan in winter.
Fans are almost always nice. I really find that they rarely come on too strong.
Who am I to blow against the wind?
Beneath her feet she could feel the cool blades of grass and her arms were wrapped around her chest. The breeze was becoming stronger and stronger, which
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
My thing with fans is, it's always about being really good to them and taking the time to take every picture. If there are 300 people, you should take 300 pictures - you shouldn't take 250 because then fifty people will go home sad. Why would you do that?
windowsill on the opposite side of the dining room. "What are you doing?
I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight.
The heat of late afternoon closed in around us like an animate thing; you could feel it on your skin, warm and moist, like a great beast panting. The air was so dense it seemed to require a huge effort even to inhale it. It lay thick in the lungs and seemed to give no refreshment. Pg 163
I have a few unusual fans, as you can imagine, so I try to protect the privacy of my home life.
I have no fans. You know what I got? Customers. And customers are your friends.
We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
her head, although the wind was hardly
I've often entertained paranoid suspicions about my fridge and what it's been doing to my poetry when I'm not looking, but I never even considered that my fan was thinking about me.
The force of the wind is like an angry sea. It is freezing. The machine putters through the air. I am floating, the sky flowing past me, flowing through me. The only sound is the wind swishing across the wings.
I am flying.
Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.
Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me.
The air is hot, the atmosphere a bruise.
The artist must conceive with warmth yet execute with coolness.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
Tis an ill wind that blows no minds
CHAPTER 6 Dovewing
a furtive groove
[ Being naked on scene ] was like walking a tightrope without a net - with a giant fan blowing at you.
smoking some exotic fairy weed.
Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.
Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. While you lay on your belly I kneaded the hard edges of your flight. You are a fallen angel but still as the angels are; body light as a dragonfly, great gold wings cut across the sun.
I think the [fan] access is complicated, because it brings wonderful things into my life, and it brings really negative things into my life. I just try to keep the negative stuff at arm's length. Laugh at it and walk away.
Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.
Do not stand downwind from a sweaty person ...
When spring is here the sketcher begins to look over his equipment and relishes in anticipation the soothing hours he will spend in the open, warmed by the sun, fanned by the breeze, charmed by the manifold delights of nature.
My favorite kind of musical experience is to feel afterward that your heart is filled up and transformed, like it is pumping a whole new kind of blood into your veins. This is what it is to be a fan: curious, open, desiring for connection, to feel like art has chosen you, claimed you as its witness.
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.
Sometimes my fans are too nice.
When we were in Sweden, there was a fan that hid in a bin. I think one of the security guards saw and tried to take her out, and she went a bit crazy and started tackling them.
The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke ... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.
Fills The air around with beauty.
Fans are the best. I'd do whatever for them.
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf.
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking.
In competition, when I start performance I try not to think about all the pressure from the fans. But, I got a lot of energy from them always. They make me more perfect.
The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills.
Habit! that skillful but slow arranger, which starts out by letting our spirit suffer for weeks in a temporary state, but that thespirit is after all happy to discover, for without habit and reduced to its own resources, the spirit would be unable to make any lodgings seem habitable.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
No machine can wind a better sounding or tighter wind than a well trained person,
Winds with little fishhooks at the end of every gust.
It's a sauna in her," Lily complained. She flapped her hands, trying to wave a breeze into the robe Rowan had told her to wear to this afternoon's ritual instead of the silk slip. "What are we making today? Deep-fried witch?
Wings - -vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.