Wind Quotes
The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine
The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
It would appear that the blue sky is actually produced by the solar wind and solar radiation exciting air molecules to emit light, just like a neon lamp!
A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.
Loss is like a wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death.
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
Sometimes a strong wind blows suddenly and you leave your beloved tree without saying even goodbye, like a pale autumn leaf! This uncertainty of life makes every moment in life infinitely precious.
Imagination is a storm of emotions that has the power to sweep citadels into the wind.
I belong with the trees, the wind, the earth beneath my feet.I belong in the land of enchanting things.But mostly, I belong entwined in your kiss, lost, yet wild and free, pure bliss, like poetry.
Let us be the wind of love that touches every heart and blows away all of the misery and sadness.
If everything I possessed, vanished, suddenly, I'd be sorry.But I value things unpossessed.The wind, and trees, and sky and kind thoughts, much more.
In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me
Music gives inspiration...one that sounds windy with humming sound, such can put you in a trance, only to come back and discover some witty ideas.
...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...
..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...
Like vanishing dew, a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.
Listening to intuition is similar to watching wind wiggle a pond. Allow the ripples to move you where you need to be.
Tis the old wind in the old anger, But then it threshed another wood.
A Kite in the Wind - with Love, Truth and Honesty - weathered A Wilderness of Voices, Through the Darkness, With Love
Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door
Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.
Grace will meet you in the valley, and her song will carry you home on the wind to another sky filled with ethereal beauty unfolding and love everlasting.
It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.
Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life's goal.
You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.
A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.
...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...
...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
Fanatics are like debris following the course of the wind, they are swept around like sand, and convinced to believe in what they do not understand.
Dream Song:As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.
...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Collaboration is the essence of life. The wind, bees and flowers work together, to spread the pollen.
Oh, mightiest wind, wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?
You are not my sunshine. Sorry. You're more like a gust of arctic wind that bursts in and blows out all the candles when the door cracks open.
Other times when I hear the wind blowI feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
We are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising.
The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair
Thomas Merton, the Trappist monk, wrote that nothing can be expressed about solitude "that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.