Quotes About Wind

The grounds of the place were dominated by several large, old willow trees that towered over the surrounding stone wall and swayed soundlessly in the wind like lost souls.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.

This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.

I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air

If everything I possessed, vanished, suddenly, I'd be sorry.But I value things unpossessed.The wind, and trees, and sky and kind thoughts, much more.

-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night.... You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night…You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and make tender by kisses.

With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun.

El amor es como un viento que agita la hierba debajo de los árboles en una noche oscura (…). No debe usted tratar de convertirlo en algo definido.

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

May you never know hunger May you love with a full heart The light burn in your eyes May the fire be your friend And the sea rock you gently May the moon light your way Till the wind sets you free

Something is happening. I sense a change in the wind…a mutual understanding of each other. I haven't felt this way in forever.

I follow her, my black shirt open and flying in the wind behind me like a vampire's cape. Either that or the grim reaper's.

And the wind rose, sweeping before it the months, the seasons, and the dreams and lamentations of men.

It's an immense night out there, wheeling and windy. The lights on the street and in the houses against the black wetness, little unilluminating glints that might be painted on it. The town seems huddled together, cowering on a high tiny perch, afraid to move lest it topple into the wind.

It's all one thing — both tend into one scope - To live upon Tobacco and on Hope, The one's but smoke, the other is but wind.

Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Jamie saved my life. She taught me everything. About life, hope and the long journey ahead. I'll always miss her. But our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it." - Landon Carter

Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud and the furies fight; Spice it with love and stir it with care, And I'll toast our bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.

And so it was I entered the broken world To trace the visionary company of love, its voice An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled) But not for long to hold each desperate choice.

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books of voyage and travel.