Wind Quotes - Page 2

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Mervyn Peake

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

Mehmet Murat ildan

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.

Thomas Merton

Like wind-- In it, with it, of it. Of it just like a sail, so light and strong that, even when it is bent flat, it gathers all the power of the wind without hampering its course.Like light-- In light, lit through by light, transformed into light. Like the lens which disappears in the light it focuses.Like wind. Like light.Just this--on these expanses, on these heights.

Dag Hammarskjöld

Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that I’m not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that’s been washed too many times and left to stand in the wind. I guess that’s what growing up is… it’s a fading photograph.

Rebecca McNutt

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.

Evangeline Denmark

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

Frances Densmore

It was not a bed with curtains, but a bed with doors like shutters. This may not seem like a nice way of having a bed, but we would all be glad of the wooden curtains about us at night if we lived in such a cottage, on the side of a hill along which the wind swept like a wild river. Through the cottage it would be streaming all night long. And a poor woman with a cough, or a man who has been out in the cold all day, is very glad of such a place to lie in, and leave the the rest of the house to the wind and the fairies.

George MacDonald

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'.

Steven Magee

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.

Antoine De Saint Exupery

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

Enid Bagnold

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.

Michael Finkel

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair

Kahlil Gibran

The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale.

Lawren Leo

While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to the touch and red dust lay deep over everything. The dust and heat, the burning wind, reminded us of many things. We were talking about what it is like to spend one’s childhood in little towns like these, buried in wheat and corn, under stimulating extremes of climate: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky, when one is fairly stifled in vegetation, in the color and smell of strong weeds and heavy harvests; blustery winters with little snow, when the whole country is stripped bare and gray as sheet-iron. We agreed that no one who had not grown up in a little prairie town could know anything about it. It was a kind of freemasonry, we said.

Willa Cather

We are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising.

Lynn Schooler

Other times when I hear the wind blowI feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.

Alberto Caeiro

Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?

Richelle E. Goodrich

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.

Richelle E. Goodrich

Collaboration is the essence of life. The wind, bees and flowers work together, to spread the pollen.

Amit Ray

A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

SUMMERthe cattails swayand the bamboodances gently intothe brightness ofa happy day.

Tara Estacaan

...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...

John Geddes

To a fireman, wind is a curse. To a sailor, wind is a blessing.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

Theodore Roethke

For me, walking in a hard Dakota wind can be like staring at the ocean: humbled before its immensity, I also have a sense of being at home on this planet, my blood so like the sea in chemical composition, my every cell partaking of air. I live about as far from the sea as is possible in North America, yet I walk in a turbulent ocean. Maybe that child was right when he told me that the world is upside-down here, and this is where angels drown.

Kathleen Norris

When your life feels like you're on a sailboat, with no wind to fill your sails, there are still choices. You can drop anchor and enjoy your surroundings. Start your motor, if you have one. Grab an oar and start paddling, or wait for the wind to fill your sails once again. There are always other choices while crossing the ocean of life…

James A. Murphy

Silence stands between the trees, waiting for the wind's roar.

Marty Rubin

Dream Song:As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.

Frances Densmore

A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.

Joë Bousquet

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.

Michael Bassey Johnson

Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.

George R.R. Martin

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...

John Geddes

...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...

John Geddes

...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...

John Geddes

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

A.P. Sweet

A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.

Heather James

Sometimes a man must throw caution to the wind.

Nnedi Okorafor

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

Shannon L. Alder

She loves him sobut he didn't stay.The wind can't blowthis storm away.

Phoebe Stone

I inhale and a zephyr enters my body. The earth tilts its axis, changing my view of the heavens. Two clouds appear in the shape of trumpets. They part and rays of sunlight burst in. The sunlight speaks, 'Seek a new experience.

Lawren Leo

Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life's goal.

A. Saleh

Leaning forward in the chair, Harley squeezed out a controlled fart, so no one could hear it. This damn reception area was like a echo chamber. If he weren’t careful, it could reverberate around the hall like a shotgun blast.

Alan Kinross

It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.

Jessie Douglas Kerruish

Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear!

V.C. Andrews

The small launch bay was littered with debris. A powerful breeze tore at his black silk shirt as Kilroy made his way across it to the waiting shuttle, evoking a feeling like the fingers of fate were caressing his body. “The Hammer” stepped over the body of one of his fallen crew without a trace of care or concern. The air was rushing past him, like a wind, out into space through the wounds in the side of his ship. Fatigued and desperate, the Hammer was running out of options. His ship was a mess, holed in a dozen places, the life support systems failing. Weakened hull sections were collapsing in pressure bursts. The vibrations that shook the deck beneath him now were not from the engines that once drove her forward, but now from the explosions down below, tearing her apart.

Christina Engela

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.

Shannon L. Alder

Tis the old wind in the old anger,But then it threshed another wood.

A.E. Housman

Listening to intuition is similar to watching wind wiggle a pond. Allow the ripples to move you where you need to be.

Soul Dancer

Like vanishing dew,a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.

Ikkyu

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.

Dorothy Hartley

I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky at dawning.’ ‘Ah,’ said the first emu, ‘and we know your daughter is the snow that falls softly from above and clothes the world in white. You want but the rainbow — that is and was and never will be, and is yet the promise of life — and the glittering ice which is there and is gone: then you and your family will possess all magic.

Elyne Mitchell

The pools had been written onto the fields by the rain. The pools were a magic worked by the rain, just as the tumbling of the black birds against the grey was a spell that the sky was working and the motion of grey-brown grasses was a spell that the wind made. Everything had meaning.

Susanna Clarke

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.

Melody Lee

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.

Christopher Pike

Imagination is a storm of emotions that has the power to sweep citadels into the wind.

Saim .A. Cheeda

. . . 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.

Bram Stoker

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.

Mehmet Murat ildan

I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.

S.J. Watson

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

Adelaide Crapsey

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