Quotes About Wind

Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. "Hold tight," I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.

You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.

Seabird tracks scattered about the surf's edge like pine needles after a brisk wind.

Aomame closed her eyes and, in a split second, reviewed the long span of years as if standing on the edge of a sheer cliff, surveying an ocean channel below. She could smell the sea. She could hear the deep sighing of the wind.

He calmed himself, shut his eyes, and fell asleep. The rear light of consciousness, like the last express train of the night, began to fade into the distance, gradually speeding up, growing smaller until it was, finally, sucked into the depths of night, where it disappeared. All that remained was the sound of the wind slipping through a stand of white birch trees.

To tell the truth, I do not know this thing called 'mind,' what it does or how to use it. It is only a word I have heard." "The mind is nothing you use," I say. "The mind is just there. It is like the wind. You simply feel its movements.

A sheet of white extends to the lone dark vertical of the elm tree in the centre ... It is too perfect, to inviolate ... The snow is graced with waves written by the wind, the elm raises crooked arms in sleeves of white.

Azzam is an amazing yacht. I was hoping for more wind to really see what she could do but I enjoyed the racing tremendously.

The furthest I have even thrown the ball was 85 yards. But I had a little wind at my back, so I don't claim that one.

Same with anyone who's been flying for years and loves it still... we're part of a world we deeply love. Just as musicians feel about scores and melodies, dancers about the steps and flow of music, so we're one with the principle of flight, the magic of being aloft in the wind!

The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.

Your days still half-opened, crackle like the fires to come. Outside. The earth. Wind. Night. Unfold for you. Listen to their sounds. They have sung me seasons that never abandoned me.

Mis alas agitaron el aire y me llevaron cada vez más alto. Era como si estuviera alejándome del pueblo a toda velocidad, esforzándome por llegar lo más lejos posible. Cerré los ojos y saboreé el viento fuerte que azotaba mi rostro. Por un instante llegué a pensar en seguir de largo y desvanecerme, esfumarme en el cielo. No volver a descender jamás.

Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him...

What grain of dust can be easier carried by your life's emptiness wind than the knowledge?

Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?

The body is dust; the wind speaks through it. Understand, O wise one, who has died. Awareness, conflict and ego have died, but the One who sees does not die.

Bu karanl?k ne kadar korkunç, ne kadar sars?c?, ama yine de ne kadar esrarl? ve güzeldi! Bütün bu iç içegeçen uÄŸultular? ve çaÄŸr?lar?, bütün bu h???rt?lar? ve ç?t?rt?lar? hayvanlar m?, insanlar m? ç?kart?yordu, yoksa rüzgar?n hayal gibi elinin marifeti miydi?

Evil spreads with the wind; truth is capable of spreading even against it.

What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?

what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry?

As a snow-drift is formed where there is a lull in the wind, so, one would say, where there is a lull of truth, an institution springs up.