Quote by Joan Didion
The wind shows us how close to the edge we are. - Joan Didion

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are. – Joan Didion

Other quotes by Joan Didion

The fancy that extraterrestrial life is by definition of a higher order than our own is one that soothes all children, and many writers. – Joan Didion

Category:
Science Fiction
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A pool is, for many of us in the West, a symbol not of affluence but of order, of control over the uncontrollable. A pool is water, made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye. – Joan Didion

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Water
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Other Quotes from
Weather
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One can find so many pains when the rain is falling. – John Steinbeck

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Weather

There was an edge to this darkness…. A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. – George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones, 1996

Category:
Weather

Coal lay in ledges under the ground since the Flood, until a laborer with pick and windlass brings it to the surface. We may will call it black diamonds. Every basket is power and civilization. For coal is a portable climate. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Category:
Weather

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. – John Ruskin

Category:
Weather

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Weve been co-evolving with our technology for a hundred thousand years. Human beings and the technology we make were always inseparable. Were finally coming into this moment where its coming inside our body for the first time in history. – Daniel H. Wilson

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Technology

I hope for the day when everyone can speak again of God without embarrassment. – Paul Tillich

Category:
Hope

Everybody ought to do at least two things each day that he hates to do, just for practice. – William James

Category:
Adversity

If it is an imperfect word, no external circumstance can heighten its value as poetry. – John Drinkwater

Category:
Poetry