Quotes About Wind

Don't let a strong wind blow you over, take flight upon it.

~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?

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau.Mock on, mock on—'tis all in vain!You throw the sand against the wind,And the wind blows it back again.

Hands, do what you're bid:Bring the balloon of the mindThat bellies and drags in the windInto its narrow shed.

If there's no hatred in a mindAssault and battery of the windCan never tear the linnet from the leaf.

O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have you not heard that our hearts are old, That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore? O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minutebrilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sailsthey glide to the wind tossing green waterfrom their sharp prows while over them the crew crawls.

By the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast—a cold wind.

All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone.

The wind blew snow off the cliff so that it drifted down around him like sparkling magic powder. In the moonlight, he cast a huge shadow on the ice. Cork saw the old man suddenly in a kind of vision, as if beholding in the long black shadow the real Meloux, a great hunter spirit, silent and powerful. Cork was very grateful to have the old man on his side.

I could hear the pop of bed linen snapping in the wind.

The wind spoke. The water sang. All sound had purpose. When an Anishinaabe approached the wigwam of another, he respectfully made noise to announce his coming. Thunder, therefore, was the respectful way of the storm in announcing its approach. Spirit and purpose in all things. For all creation, respect.

By now it was nearly noon and I was hungry, so we made a quick run to Mr. Burger, a tiny carryout place a mile down the road, and wolfed down lunch standing outside the cemetery shop. We positioned ourselves upwind from the coffin, but occasionally the wind would shift and the aroma of burgers would mingle with the aroma of the Bopper.

They came silently as ghosts themselves, swept along like leaves being scattered about them in the scurrying east wind. Yet their running forms seemed carved out by the wild landscape, in the natural facts of evolution, so they were almost perfectly camouflaged, shielded by the deepening colors of autumn change.

As time goes by, I realize that I do trust the wind. And I often write my songs for myself.

To use the mind for purposes of pride and aggrandizement is like a gusty wind or a violent storm; it cannot last long.23

Thought is the wind and knowledge the sail.

Three in Translation]" for WCW I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom are we beautiful as we go? I lie in the field still, absorbing the stars and silently throwing off their presence. Silently I breathe and die by turns. He was ripe and fell to the ground from a bough out where the wind is free of the branches

Be swift as the wind, silent as the forest, fierce as fire, steady as a mountain.

Wind is God's way of balancing heat. Wind is the way you shift heat from areas where it's hotter to areas where it's cooler. That's what wind is.

I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul Where I end up, well, I think only God really knows.

Can you see God? You haven't seen him? I've never seen the wind. I see the effects of the wind, but I've never seen the wind. There's a mystery to it.

The grace of God is a wind which is always blowing.