Quotes About Wind

For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.

The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.

Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd,Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom on the mountaineerÖ Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The wind will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their spoken language mostly too faint for the ears.

Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in With its words of a life where nothing is new Ah, mother American night, I pass from the light Ah, I'm drownin' in you

True courage is like a kite a contrary wind raises it higher.

Pray with me for that touch. If it comes with fire, so be it. If it comes with water, so be it. If it comes with wind, let it come, O God. If it comes with thunder and lightning, let us bow before it. O Lord, come. Come close enough to touch. Shield us with the asbestos of grace, but no more. Pass through all the way to the heart, and touch. Burn and soak and blow and crash. Or, in a still, small voice. Whatever the means, come. Come all the way and touch our hearts.

And the fierce wind is an echo of angry childhood and of a very scared boy looking out the window—remembering my dead dog outside by the wounded house as the gray Texas dust gradually covered her up—and thinking: It isnt fair! Why cant dogs go to Heaven?

And the next moment the fierce wind comes screaming, whirling the needle-pointed dust, stifling all hope. And you know then that what has not happened will never happen. That hope is an end within itself. And the fierce wind is an echo of angry childhood and of a very scared boy looking out the window—remembering my dead dog outside by the wounded house as the gray Texas dust gradually covered her up—and thinking: It isnt fair! Why cant dogs go to Heaven?

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, and snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

Take a straw and throw it up into the air—you shall see by that which way the wind is.

a million soldiers, small in stature, their mouths thrown wide in a rising song—a sudden blast of wind—fields of swooning swine—houses burst into confetti

His spirit was sweeping like the wind over Elysian Fields and flashing into point after point on celestial quail.

It was the nose of a champion still, and wind and dark and snow could not prevail against it – there was a grouse in the brush heap.

June is a bad month for bugs in Alaska; generally it takes a good five or ten knots of breeze to keep them at bay, but even then they will tend to hover in your lee, waiting for the wind to die. Mosquitoes swarm so thickly up there that they can, like clouds, briefly form recognizable shapes. This is probably the only circumstance in nature where it is possible to look downwind and see a shadow of oneself infused with one's own blood.

What was that?" He smiled, the wind catching his braids. "A teaching tool." "For children." Rafe shook his head. "For a quiet man, you can sure make someone froth at the mouth." Prest grinned.

Hope has no feathers Hope takes flight tethered with twine like a tattered kite, slave to the wind's capricious drift eager to soar but needing lift Hope waits stubbornly watching the sky for turmoil, feeding on things that fly: crows, ashes, newspapers, dry leaves in flight all suggest wind that could lift a kite Hope sails and plunges firmly caught at the end of her string - fallen slack, pulling taught, ragged and featherless. Hope never flies but doggedly watches for windy skies.

While the wind is itself invisible, it produces effects that are seen and felt. So the work of the Spirit upon the soul will reveal itself in every act of him who has felt its saving power. When

I think the Smart Car is awesome. The only problem is I've been on the freeway and felt like I was going to be blown away like a Tim Hortons coffee cup, so I may have to upgrade to a Mini Cooper - something a little stronger.

The wind had flung the sand thirty thousand feet into the sky above the desert in a blinding cloud from the Niger to the Nile, and somewhere in it was the airplane.

Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again

A asculta vîntul ne dispenseaz? de poezie, este poezie.