Quotes About South wind

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange smell in the south wind. That vague fragrance made my heart ache with longing, and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion. — Rabindranath Tagore, from "iii," Poetry (December 1912)

It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

When God wanted to create the horse, he said to the South Wind, "I want to make a creature of you. Condense." And the Wind condensed.

It beats me," he said, "why they call a south wind a norther, and how a wind from the south can be so tarnation cold. I never saw anything like it. Down here in this country, the north end of a south wind is the coldest wind I ever heard of.

The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.

Multe minuni sunt pe lume dar nici una ca inima omului minunat?, el omul care pluteÈ™te dincolo de marea înz?pezit? È™i str?bate dus de vânturile aduc?toare de furtuni ale sudului.

The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.

10  As on the peaks of a mountain the south wind scatters the thick mist, no friend to the shepherd, but better than night for the robber, and a man can see before him only so far as a stone cast, so beneath their feet the dust drove up in a stormcloud of men marching, who made their way through the plain in great speed.

Who is the lonely Traveller Racing the moonlight to my door? Racing his troika over the steppe Pacing his steeds with the wind in the forest. The North wind that harries The South wind that tarries Who the lone Traveller come to my door? — Lonely no more." Siberian song - Trans-Baikal region