Wind Quotes
The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.
I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.
Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.
If enough people think of a thing and work hard enough at it, I guess it's pretty nearly bound to happen, wind and weather permitting.
The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.
As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that’s false Before you trust in critics.
My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds feel native to my veins, And cool them into calmness!
Separately there was only wind, water, sail, and hull, but at my hand the four had been given purpose and direction.
It is a pleasure for to sit at ease Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the seas That with the blustering winds turmoiled be.
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain.
And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea.
Weightless in water, swift as the wind, Subtle of purpose - a feather blown - I go with my oarsmen where they will, My beautiful body and theirs all one.
Ah! the year is slowly dying, And the wind in tree-top sighing, Chant his requiem. Thick and fast the leaves are falling, High in air wild birds are calling, Nature's solemn hymn.
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.
How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he's going to wind up wanting hasn't even been born.
I didn't know what was going on at the start in the swirling wind. The flags were all pointing in different directions and I thought the Irish had starched them just to fool us.
the more a body tries to explode all the foolish myths that have grown up about Texas by telling the truth, the more a body will wind up adding to the mythology.
Peace in every step. The shining red sun is my heart. Each flower smiles with me. How green, how fresh all that grows. How cool the wind blows. Peace is every step. It turns the endless path to joy.
Franchement, quand je survole certains pays européens (les éoliennes) ne donne pas envie. (Frankly, when I fly over some European countries, their turbines don't fill me with envy.)
In blue Light nature space the whole world, wide grazing land, the open spaces wind across the land and the sky, blue, high
Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.
When I was 5 years old, my mother read me 'Gone With The Wind' at night, before I went to bed. I remember her reading almost all year.
History will only change when we are able to use the energy of love, just as we use the energy of the wind, the seas, the atom.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. . . .
Your husband is lazy if when he leaves the house, he finds out which way the wind is blowing and goes that direction.
Those who spread their sails in the right way to the winds of the earth will always find themselves born by a current towards the open seas.
Fortune is the best school of courage when she is fraught with anger, in the same way as winds and tempests are the school of the sailorboy.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Law is vulnerable to the winds of intellectual or moral fashion, which it then validates as the commands of our most basic concept
Yes, and there were changes of light on landscapes and changes of direction of the wind and the force of the wind and weather. That whole scene is too important in Homer to neglect.
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.