Quotes About Winds

Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea; while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.

May the four winds gather & disperse the strength to grant me with all the same blessings once bestowed upon the goddess of Olympus.

But Marion realized, overnight, that she had a new dharma. It was called cancer. She wrote in her journal: "When [God] is moving you toward a new consciousness, you need to recognize the winds of change at once, move with them instead of clinging to what is already gone." Wow. Not much holding on there. It was an instinctive move: Recognize the winds of change at once. Move with them.

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o' fate lashing aroound his netheres wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?

Odysseus was a great hero in the Trojan War. When he left Troy to sail home to Ithaca, he was lost at sea for ten years. He begged the brave and mighty Zeus for help, and kindly Zeus sent winds to take him home.

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides, and gravity, we shall harness . . . the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

For us old-age pensioners, autumn is on the whole a dangerous season. He who knows how difficult it is for us to achieve any stability at all, how difficult it is to avoid distraction or destruction by one's own hand, will understant tha autumn, its winds, disturbances, and atmospheric confusions, does not favour our existence, which is precarious anyway.

Who's got some paregoric? said Stubb, he has the stomach-ache, I'm afraid. Lord, think of having half an acre of stomach-ache! Adverse winds are holding mad Christmas in him, boys. It's the first foul wind I ever knew to blow from astern; but look, did ever whale yaw so before? it must be, he's lost his tiller.

Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation; not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant.

The voracious insects waited for storms like this one, then rode the winds in search of prey.

The place was not like Caradore; the feeling was entirely different. Caradore was raw, as if the mountains were still young. Recolletine seemed older, more serene. It could be a place of healing, yes, but Khaster did not feel his spirit stir to the insistent throb of energy in the earth. There were no stark pure winds here, no pure demanding sky.

I have a purpose, thought Ays. I am a purpose. And the winds sang their mournful tunes through the sand-scoured pipes and sails, conjuring a salt-sweat memory that surely must be false. A woman's song; a melody. The feel of sand and dry air. A sense of tombs, of ancient dust.

We assert the province of government to be to secure the people in the enjoyment of their unalienable rights. We throw to the winds the old dogma that governments can give rights.

This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the skyfall, to pluck the cloudsfrom their beds with itswhipping winds

You know…" he says to Nemesis' corpse. "Mr. T never did like the rain. The cold winds, the gray skies. Too depressing. But rainbows…" He squints his eyes at the rainbow. "Mr. T likes rainbows.

Sottoportico San Zaccaria" It rains on the roofs As it rains in my poems Under the thunder We fit together like parts Of a magic puzzle Twelve winds beat the gulls from the sky And tear the curtains And lightning glisters On your sweating breasts Your face topples into dark And the wind sounds like an army Breaking through dry reeds We spread our aching bodies in the window And I can smell the odor of hay In the female smell of Venice

The risen Christ! Once more faith is upon us, a jubilant brief keening with respite: Obedience, bitter joy, the elements, clouds, winds, louvres where the bell makes its wild mouths: Holy Rus – into the rain's horizons, peacock-dyed tail feathers of storm, so it goes on.

But certain winds will make men's temper bad.

Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly winds of uncertainty?

to love is to have ancient wounds exposed to vicious winds and be caressed instead of burned

B)ut when the time is right and the winds begin to change, even the deadest of dreams can be resurrected.

complete with driving winds and a sky nearly black enough to turn the twilight of the city and surrounding countryside into full night.