Quotes About Wind

I am puffed clay, blown up and set down. That I fall like Adam is not surprising: I plunge, waft, arc, pour, and dive. The surprise is how good the wind feels on my face as I fall. And the other surprise is that I ever rise at all

Goodbye, goodbye, may Bog forgive you for a ruined life. Then I got on to the sill, the music blasting away to my left, and I shut my glazzies and felt the cold wind on my listo, then I jumped.

But he hated the very name of independence in Parliament, and when he was told of any man, that that man intended to look to measures and not to men, he regarded that man as being both unstable as water and dishonest as the wind. No good could possibly come from such a one, and much evil might and probably would come.

Desert dawn Rise up early, lift your song On the breath of life that rises from the Glowing stone Feel the rock of ages, smooth against your skin Smell the breath of flowers dancing on the wind Dancing on the Wind

How foolish that expectation had been! He knew now that one might as well hope to see the wind, or speculate about the true shape of fire.

There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

A strong wind sang sadly as it bent the trees in front of the Hall. A half moon shone through the dark, flying clouds on to the wild and empty moor.

All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage.

They say words more empty than the wind, she said. 'Tis nothing, love. Nothing, and less than nothing. The wind is nothing yet powerful, he said.

The wind blows hard among the pines Toward the beginning Of an endless past. Listen: you've heard everything.

Then there was only the soft night wind and the timeless sea. And the stars above, where it had all been written.

The wind of fate, and in it rests our lives.

It all seemed to happen at once. Jason threw his sweater toward me. It flew into my face like a blanket in the wind. I pulled it away from my eyes to see the Hurricane right winger move in on the puck and sweep past Jason.

In the middle of the night she woke up when her father touched her shoulder in the dark. Get up, he said quietly. Do you hear it? Then she heard the singing at the corners of the house - the deep, full tone of the moisture-laden south wind. Water was streaming off the roof, and the rain whispered as it fell on soft, melting snow.

I am a citizen of the most beautiful nation on earth. A nation whose laws are harsh yet simple, a nation that never cheats, which is immense and without borders, where life is lived in the present. In this limitless nation, this nation of wind, light, and peace, there is no other ruler besides the sea.

It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing.

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.

But death was a wind too strong for that.

The chief objection to playing wind instruments is that it prolongs the life of the player.

Wind to a sailor is what money is to life on shore.

Tides washed the wounds but the scars remained and continued to burn whenever a similar wind blew...

even in death, his last breath was poetryexisting in the wind and on the breeze of"it used to be likes" forever remembering, yet never relivinghis lifewill never be what it used to be like.

Is it as plainly in our living shown, By which way the wind hath blown?