Wind Quotes

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

I will be a wise and tolerant monarch, dispencing justice fairly, and only setting nightmares to rip out the winds of the evil and the wicked. Or just anybody that I don't like.

You're all just pissing in the wind. You don't know it, but you are.

The writer gleans wind scraps; he listens wherever he can. Each day is full of instances; what counts, as with all stimuli, is the sympathetic response.

Remember that the military used wind-up radios for years.

I don't feel I'm thrown around by the winds of taste and fashion.

...I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way.

Ambition is a devouring fire, who can poise it? It is a wind, who can fathom it? It is an abyss, who is able to recount the sources and issues thereof?

I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong

If only gravity were working, the path would be symmetrical, it is the wind resistance that produces the tragic curve.

I shoved on a dressing-gown, and flew downstairs like a mighty, rushing wind.

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

The passion for the story is the wind in your narrative sails. Begin at the heart. We must hear the heartbeat of the story. Love your characters into existence.

To me, there's never been a difference between electronic and acoustic. I've always had this idea that electricity is another element like wind or fire or water.

The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

The wind is rising ... we must attempt to live.

All the way from the first thing that I can remember, like our Victrola - a wind-up record player - and my grandfather's crystal radio, and my father's shortwave radio.

You can't change the wind. But you can adjust the sails to reach your destination

Men always have their reasons. But the fact is that they always wind up leaving.

I uprooted my life from Australia and came over to America with the idea of pursuing my acting career. I wasn't really sure where I would end up. I threw caution to the wind.

Everybody wants clean, safe energy. Some people think nuclear is the way to go. Some people think coal is the way to go. Some people think wind is the way to go. And there's always balances on that.

Wind is a plant's only chance to make music.

The genius of America is that we are still a land of undiscovered shores, and we are at our best when we open our hearts and allow the night winds to bring renewed visions of great deeds.

I don't enjoy "Dust in the Wind"as much. But I do enjoy "Song for America," "Carry on, Wayward Son," and many songs- Kansas is really a drummer's dream to play in. And I like 'em all.

Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.

Confucius once said that a bear could not fart at the North Pole without causing a big wind in Chicago.

When I perform outside, the major problem that could arise is strong wind.I spend months preparing for the types of wind that occur in different locations.

I'm not a fan of 'Gone With the Wind.' I didn't like the movie. I didn't like the book.

The master of a single trade can support a family. The master of seven trades cannot support himself. The wind is never for the sailor who knows not to what port he is bound.

The wind is never for the sailor who knows not to what port he is bound.

We love the kindly wind and hail, The jolly thunderbolt, We watch in glee the fairy trail Of ampere, watt, and volt.

Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.

I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.

When I was a teenager, the number one book I was most obsessed with was 'Gone with the Wind.

The dance of the flower in the wind, in the sun, in the rain, cannot be understood by the head; the heart has to be open for it.

Sometimes I see where I want to take the song and wind up at the end and come back to the beginning. I don't miss nothing and everything is good. Everything I thought of is incorporated in it.

Everything will be solar in 30 years.

For, whom the Muses smile upon, And touch with soft persuasion, His words like a storm-wind can bring Terror and beauty on their wing; In his every syllable Lurketh nature veritable.

When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.

Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind, Faithful friends are hard to find.

And of course I'm in the press all the time. So many books have been written about me; Into thin air, up in the air,Gone with the wind-

He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn't care. "I'm coming back for you, Calypso," he said to the night wind. "I swear it on the River Styx.

We all want to leave our children the Garden of Eden and we wind up giving them hardscrabble.

I'm a very, very handsome man, and have had to come to terms with it... um, do I like the way I look? In the right light, and with a following wind.

Steve Jobs was not only the heart and soul of Apple, he was the wind underneath the technology market. Both are significantly diminished by his passing.

The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

Wind is one of the greatest scams of the modern age.

Who can undo What time hath done? Who can win back the wind? Reckon lost music from a broken lute? Renew the redness of a last year's rose? Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?

There's a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.