Quotes About Wind

And like unoccupied heart's home, You'll fill the fragile shell, With wind, with whispers of the foam, And fog, and rain as well…

If we are children of God, we have a tremendous treasure in nature and will realize that it is holy and sacred. We will see God reaching out to us in every wind that blows, every sunrise and sunset, every cloud in the sky, every flower that blooms, and every leaf that fades, if we will only begin to use our starved imagination to visualize it.

Men said afterward that no blacker night had ever fallen...The wind roared through the city, ripping up slates, clawing at the houses until those within feared that not a wall would stand until morning. They thought they heard voices wailing high above the earth, and those who peered out swore that they saw terrible things as the north wind, the demon wind, bore southward the nightmares of a dying land.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

The wind pounced on them hard. It had blown some of the cloud away and stretched the rest across the sky like rags on a loom to make a rug. A blue and white and gray rug like that would b pretty, thought Arry. But how do I know that? Do I know it?

We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?

Croyez-vous qu'il n'y ait pas de souffrance à être du vent ? Quelquefois ce vent porte jusqu'à nous des bribes de musique. Quelquefois la lumière porte jusqu'à vos regards des morceaux de nos apparences.

Early flowers in tubs shivered in the wind

Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it.

I thought it would be quieter here." [Anna] hadn't meant to say anything, but the noise startled her. "The wind in the trees," Bran said. "And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

Even if he's quite mad north-northwest. At least the wind is usually southerly.

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.

The wind picks up a little more (Terribly sorry, I imagine it saying; apparently, the wind is British, wondering how it got all the way over here)

gust of British wind tousles my hair. (Top of the morning! Oh, no, wait, that's Irish.) It's

wind picks up a little more (Terribly sorry, I imagine it saying; apparently, the wind is British, wondering how it got all the way over here) and Henna has to snap her hand down on a page of an assignment that's threatening to fly away. "Why do we even have paper anymore?" "Books," Jared says. "Toilet paper," Mel says. "Because paper is a thing," I say, "and sometimes you need things rather than just thoughts.

A sudden, hard wind swirled up around them, and the monster spread its arms out wide, so wide they seemed to reach to opposite horizons, so wide they seemed big enough to encompass the world.

There was a rustling through the monster's leaves, like the wind stirring them in a long, slow sigh. I did not come to heal her, the monster said. I came to heal you.

Aethe, near my heart. Without vanity, the ribbon. Without duty, the wind. Without blood, the victory.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way.

I brought you a feather with the spring wind in it, but since you were late...' she looked a me gravely, 'you get a coin instead.

Beyond all other trees," she said with a curl of a smile on her elegant mouth, "the willow moves to the wind's desire.