Quotes About Wind

Su nombre es Harry Powell. Pero los nombres de sus dedos son R, O, M y A, y O, I, D y O y la historia que cuenta sobre que una mano es Odio y la otra Amor es una mentira, porque las dos son Odio, y verlas moverse me asusta todavía más que las sombras o que el viento.

The moments you are given are your true wealth. You don't need power, influence, or fame. The sunlight brings the power; the wind carries the influence. And as for fame, well, when you allow yourself to notice all those hands that have made your growth possible, you will also recognize what you have made possible for countless others — and how famous you already are. In this very moment, one of those others may be telling a story about how you helped them grow forward.

Absence extinguishes small passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out a candle, and blows in a fire.

The wind rose here, as plangent as a human voice crying out.

I didn't walk over and talk to him, though, not then. If I needed the time for a tree branch to become just a tree branch again and the wind to become just the wind, then a boy, most of all, needed some time to be only a boy.

When in doubt, tell the truth. When in pain, listen to the wind.

The wind at the top of the mountain is always the strongest, but if you do not give up, the journey down will always be easier.

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

The feeling of freedom and scent of sea air are intoxicating. As the wind picks up, I gain speed, holding on to life with a capital L

I sail on the ocean of possibilities with the wind of hope and the current of desires moving me to the shore of uncertainty.

Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.

Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.

If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad.

Le vent déracina celui de qui le ciel était voisin et dont les pieds touchaient à l'empire des mots.

A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.

All was iris-blue, earth and sky together, with a cluster of clouds in the west. The young sun made his way, knee-deep in the grass. The wind scattered the dew like a lively colt. It sent up flights of birds which swam for a while among the waves of the sky, as if drunk and dizzy from screaming, and then suddenly dropped, like handfuls of stones.

Ce matin, c'est le grand gel et le silence. C'est le silence, mais le vent n'est pas bien mort ; il ondule encore un peu ; il bat encore un peu de la queue contre le ciel dur. Il n'y a pas encore de soleil. Le ciel est vide ; le ciel est tout gelé comme un linge étendu.

Un petit vent posé sur le figuier menait un train du diable dans les grandes feuilles.

É costume dizer-se que o Homem é feito de células e sangue. Mas, na realidade, ele é como as folhas das árvores. É preciso que o vento lhes sopre para se ouvir o seu cantar.

Now, once one has got to know these people at all, it's apparent that they love the wind to distraction and that they'd even pay to have wind. They've no need to pay, they've got it, solidly and permanently.

Ça, c'était une musique de vent, ah, mais une musique toute bien savante dans les belles choses de la terre et des arbres.

Les choses de la terre, mon vieux, j'ai tant vécu avec elles, j'ai tant fait ma vie dans l'espace qu'elles laissaient, j'ai tant eu d'amis arbres, le vent s'est tant frotté contre moi que, quand j'ai de la peine, c'est à elles que je pense pour la consolation.

Wind is in the cane. Come along.Cane leaves swaying, rusty with talk,Scratching choruses above the guinea's squawk,Wind is in the cane. Come along.

Storm Ending Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . Full-lipped flowers Bitten by the sun Bleeding rain Dripping rain like golden honey— And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.