If hindrances obstruct the way, Thy magnanimity display. And let thy strength be seen: But O, if Fortune fill thy sail With more than a propitious gale, Take half thy canvas in.
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
I had grown up. I had learned that being a woman was knowing when to stand firm and when to compromise. I had learned to laugh and weep; I had learned that I was weak as well as strong. I had learned to love. I was no longer a rigid, upright tree that would not flex and bow, even though the gale threatened to snap it in two; I was the willow that bends and shivers and sways, and yet remains strong.
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.
I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.
to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.
But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve. "
Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
A living gale is better than a dead calm.
Fortune had favoured me in this war that I feared, the rather, that some tempest would follow so favourable a gale.
When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.
The perennial gale of creative destruction
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
In terms of the Richter scale this defeat was a force 8 gale.
I knew that we'd have a big following because the graphic novel [ The Walking Dead] is so popular, and I knew that with Frank Darabont and Gale Ann Hurd at the helm that we were doing something very special.
Some time ago we heard a strange story. The pilot of a small plane said that he had been caught in a one hundred fifty mile gale, which held his plane perfectly still. The motor was roaring, he claimed, but the plane was not moving. "It was weird," he said , "to be going one hundred fifty miles an hour and yet not be going anywhere at all. "
I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.
I enjoyed reading and learning at school, and at university I enjoyed extending my reading and learning. Once I left Cambridge, I went to Yale as a fellow. I spent two years there. After that, George Gale made me literary editor of 'The Spectator.
It makes life very simple actually. You could be giving a TV interview in howling gale and it no longer matters.
