Wind Quotes

Earth, left silent by the wind of night,Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.

A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.

The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole.

Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?

A true pilot must of necessity pay attention to the seasons, the heavens, the stars, the winds, and everything proper to the craft if he is really to rule a ship.

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

It's a lot harder to push forward things, like energy policy. There's a big dream out there about wind and solar power.

Blow wind and crack your cheeks. Rage! Blow!

If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.

When people wind you up, just remind them what happens to a piece of elastic.

If I provide for this life and turn away from the Lord, I am wise for a moment, but lost forever.

. . . a wind howling began, which seemed to form all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.

The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.

Never forget:we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.

A forest is not a wilderness, but a community of souls who speak to one another on the wind.

In the end, what will you fight for-- what got there first, what got there last or what has been there all along?

A leaf has no power to resist when the wind blows, but when life’s storms rage, you do.

Be like a branch of a tree

Let us dare to dream and shoot for the moon. Even if we don’t fetch the moon, a million stars may fill us with wonder. ("Happiness blowing in the wind")

I want to hear the wind in the trees. Feel the sun warm my back. I want to see birds fly in a sky with no boundaries.

Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers.

In the fall of leaves, In the hustle of breeze, In the curve of streams, I foresee, Nature keeps more concealed, Than it lets us peep!

I sail on the ocean of possibilities with the wind of hope and the current of desires moving me to the shore of uncertainty.

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly

You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.

Only you can change your own world. No one else.

To sum it up, success is nothing more than a small act of courageousness.

I closed my eyes and turned my face into the cold wind. When I felt it swept along my skin there was no past. No future. Just now.

From the moment of my birth, I lived with pain at the center of my life. My only purpose in life was to find a way to coexist with intense pain.

When everything seems to be going wrong with you, you must remember the airplane takes off against the wind

You can’t stop the wind, but you can learn to fly.

War and marriage and childbirth had passed over her without touching any deep chord within her and she was unchanged.

Keep your dreams, you will never know when you need them

The day I die, all that was once mine will be yours, Julián, he would say. Except my dreams.

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult

The wind plays its own music.

A tree will not wither and die because the wind blew away one leaf.

A tree dances for the wind not because it enjoys it, but because it doesn’t want to break.

Only dead leaves allow the wind to blow them to and fro.

The greatest lesson a tree can give you is to stand tall and proud, no matter how strong life’s winds blow against you.

You don’t command wind in the direction it blows, but you command a ship in the direction it sails.