Quotes About Wind

Once I saw large waves Crested with white-caps; A driving wind Transformed the caps Into scudding spray. "Swift souls," I addressed them— They turned towards me Startled Sea-descending faces; But I, not they, Felt the pang of transience.

Wind begins to whip up the sand. The tide has gone out so far that swimmers look like tiny dots on the horizon. The children run to stretch their legs on the beach once more before leaving, and Sylvie and I remain alone and silent, her hand squeezing my inert fingers. Behind dark glasses that reflect a flawless sky, she softly weeps over our shattered lives.

What happens in stories is what happens in stories: the telling and retelling simplify and reduce. History gets written in the wind that keeps blowing; if it's not too strong you don't even notice it. The lights are bright and there's so much shouting and scrambling.

Every aspect of every minute of the day--rain without surcease spilling out of the black and liquid sky; sloughed, fierce sweeps of wind; the swollen, silt-ridden, ever-swiftening river; the torturing midges; the ghostly mists like amorphous shifts of sorrow--all had acted in perfect scheme to chasten desire. Nought, though, can ever fully dry the angler's heart of it.

This valley I thought was dead taught me why the origin of the world is in the wind. I can not only hear this cosmic whirlwind, I can see it...I think I'm seeing the moment when the world began with a storm.

What is harvested in the world is composed of four elements: water, earth, wind, and light. What God harvests is also composed of four elements: faith [pistis], hope [elpis], love [agap], and contemplation [gnosis]. Our earth is faith, for she gives us roots. Water is our hope, for it slakes our thirst. Wind [pneuma] is the love [agap] through which we grow; and light is the contemplation [gnosis] through which we ripen.

Thoughts will change and shift just like the wind and the water when you're on the boat thoughts are no different than anything else.

Emotions change like the wind, and you can't stop them. No one can. They keep moving; that's why they're called emotions and not e-standingstills.

The rain had abated. The sails were hoisted, and the barrels we had placed everywhere filled with that precious gift from the sky. Calm reigned during a botched dawn in which pitch black shaded off into dark grey. Isolated sunrays pierced the clouds to shed light on a terribly flat sea like a lake of tar. Far, very far away, cracked muted peals of thunder. The storm approached quickly, lightning streaking the leaden ceiling while the sea shivered and quivered under a fresh wind.

It is early morning; outside, the sky is dark and the trees move dramatically in the wind. Soon a storm will come. I want to live to see it. This is the way of nature: to persuade us around one more bend, to beckon us to behold one more vista.

The cookie tray goes round and round. Outside, the moon rises. The wind is still. All over town, leaves hang on trees like open hands.

There is a Dutch word, uitwaaien, "to walk against the wind for pleasure.

Oh Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent, strong and unyielding. I consider it as difficult to subdue as the wind.

Currents of humid wind swept down the mountainside. The air across the beach snapped and shimmied, like a bedsheet shaken out - as though the beach itself were shaking off the violence that had just been visited upon it. Then a humid calm would prevail, for a few hours or a few days, until another storm rolled in.

Beyond Stone Ring Keep's high walls, the wind wailed of coming winter. Ariane didn't hear the mournful cry. She heard nothing but echoes

Arguing with paladins is like arguing with wind and stone.

His blue-and-white striped robe ballooning out in the wind, he rode directly to me and fell off the donkey. Gasping theatrically, he handed me a note and then collapsed face down in the sand. Since the donkey had been doing all the work, I ignored this demonstration. While John bent over the fallen man with expressions of concern I opened the note.

the expression on her face, which was swept by the excitement of what she saw ... was as luminous and tremulous under it as water in sunlight when it is ruffled by a gust of wind.

The Caird's bow was brought up into the wind, and the long wait for daybreak was begun.

Only an estimate could be made of the wind's actual speed, though it was at least 65 knots.

It seemed inconceivable, but during the morning hours the wind actually rose

close to 80 knots out of the southwest

advantage of the following wind to make for King George Island.

be made of the wind's actual speed