Wind Quotes

It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry.

Wolf Star shines on wintry high

The important concept of the solar wind is that Space is not empty. It is an energy and particle filled environment that interacts with whatever is in it! Astronomers call this 'Dark Energy'.

Dream Song of Thunders:Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky.

Dip your fingers n the spring stream or lift your face to the summer rains. Listen for me in the winter wind I'll come back for you.

When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place.The foot touches ground, but not for long.

Be still:There is no longer any need of comment.It was a lucky windThat blew away his halo with his cares, A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

When the wind likes a path, the weeds around that path will tremble all day long!

He told me and Rafe to stay put in case you came home, burn the note and get hot water and disinfectant and bandages rea

She washed he hands, then looked at my side. "you haven't even had it stitched?" She said incredulously."I've been rather busy, " I said. "With the running like hell and hiding all night.

Similar souls wander in the similar places! They may not know each other, but often they touch the same winds, they step on the same leaves, their looks are lost in the same horizons!

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

Autumn colors remind us we are all one dancing in the wind.

you can go to the Devil and not at your leisure. You can go now, for all I care.''My pet, I've been to the Devil and he's a very dull fellow. I won't go there again, not even for you.

There’s always books. And the wind through trees.

When the north wind blew across the tar ponds, voices were carried away.

I would give my lungs to the fish so that they may rise out of the water and feel the wind.

fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested

Here you are. Would you like some pickles?”“Pickles gives me the wind something awful.”“In that case—”“Oh, I wasn’t saying no, ” Mistress Weatherwax said, taking two large pickled cucumbers.

The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.

Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes

~Seasons of Life~When the sunburn I blind, When the sky showers I cover, When the wind blows I blanket, When the death calls I undergo, When would I experience the nature?

...this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath...

I was living for one thing only, and that was to confirm my own lack of feeling.

Wind blew snow crystals back and forth between the graves. The ancient pines creaked overhead.

You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat.

A sheet spread beneath an apple-tree can receive only apples

Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.

just find your way, like a river settling into its bed, and the sigh of the wind over a lake, light but restful... content with the joy in the arc of an arm throwing a ball for a dog to fetch

Maybe that was what millions could do-- nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.

Ashley watched her go and saw her square her small shoulders as she went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she had spoken.

The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind

I can't give you the moon, ” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

be the calm eye of the storm where nothing phases you, focus on your centre to remain balanced, let your life flow like a stream of wind

You like the wind? There is no wind? Start running! Create your own wind!

Afterwards, I will have to tie the trees to bamboo poles so the wind will not determine their shape. A tree cannot be given form by the vagaries of the wind.

A strong wind was blowing and it felt really very cold and seemed so unfamiliar and bizarre. But the trees remembered me. They bowed gently in the breeze…and called me nearer, welcoming me.

When everyone is determined to present someone as a monster, there are two possibilities: either he is a saint orthey are not telling the whole story.

A red leaf danced from a branch like a dropping flame, down into the calm blue lake. A gust had broken it free. There was a cold bite in the wind. It was now deep autumn in the mountains.

Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.

A gust of wind rattles the window, and I look out. Leaves are whooshing all over the place, flying past horizontally as if they have engines of their own.

An ill wind that bloweth no man good - The blower of which blast is she.

Who walketh upon the wings of the wind.

Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea!

Why do you chase the wind?

Humor's always been the problem of my work, hasn't it? When working, I feel satisfied when I surprise myself. And when I surprise myself, I wind up laughing.

The softest thing I've ever heard are the wind chimes in my backyard. They are soft and cool and mellow.

I don't believe in angels, no. But I do have a wee parking angel. It's on my dashboard and you wind it up. The wings flap and it's supposed to give you a parking space. It's worked so far.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.