Wind Quotes
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"I love like a leaf in the wind. Please, hold your applause until the end of the performance (the last day of fall)."
"I love the sound of the trees in the breeze. If the forest is so clearly musical, why can’t it play the guitar while I sing Nirvana covers?"
"The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze."
"If I waste all my charity, all I’ll wind up with in the end is the wind. Still, I think I want to be the Dandelion of Love."
"A windmill has arms, but does not hug. Where’s the love?"
"Once a Ponce a time she made me feel like a conquistador. Now her memory is just a breeze seen in swaying Spanish moss."
"The wind is my favorite color. It reminds me of the love she painted on my life as she blew past me."
"The scent of Florida honeysuckle uplifted in a spring breeze reminds me of your love, and how fresh it was until it blew past me into my past."
"The wind may be invisible, but it’s colored by memories of you, as you gently blew into my life, adding motion and emotion to my still-beating heart."
"The wind may be invisible, but it’s colored by memories of you, as you gently blew into my life, adding motion and emotion to my still-beating heart. I feel you here with me, even though I'm all alone. Time is only measured now by then seconds since you've gone, and losing you is as painful as running a faucet on a bloody wound.-Jarod Kintz and Crystal Woods"
"sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over againi miss you better in the rain."
"A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone"
"A forest is not a wilderness, but a community of souls who speak to one another on the wind."
"It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry."
"The language of God is color because, it's the only thing that everyone understands. And even if you're blind to the world you can still hear the color in everything.If you don't believe me, close your eyes and listen to the wind and feel it on your skin; listen to the birds as they call one another and feel the sunlight on your face.That's love and that's what color is and that is the language of God."
"There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you?But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment.No wind whatsoever brought you now.Now you’re here.What you were isn’t you, or else the whole rose would be here."
"In the end, what will you fight for-- what got there first, what got there last or what has been there all along?"
"Let us dare to dream and shoot for the moon. Even if we don’t fetch the moon, a million stars may fill us with wonder. ("Happiness blowing in the wind")"
"When a soothing wind blows gently love through the thistledown of expectations, hope may inveigle the future for timeless care and tenderness to be anchored in a bay of good luck. ("Happiness blowing in the wind" )"
"She accepted it uncertainly. “This will help?” Without waiting for an answer, with that unsettling trust of hers, she popped open the lid and dug in her finger, smearing the slick substance on and around her mouth. Going outside of the lines, as he deduced she did with most everything in her life. When she was done, she looked absolutely ridiculous.Caine barely resisted smiling at her. “It will help immensely."
"I want to hear the wind in the trees. Feel the sun warm my back. I want to see birds fly in a sky with no boundaries."
"Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers."
"In the fall of leaves,In the hustle of breeze,In the curve of streams, I foresee,Nature keeps more concealed,Than it lets us peep!"
"I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder."
Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
"Only you can change your own world. No one else."
"We suddenly arrived in this very lost and strange city. Somewhere in the middle of the mountains. We didn't know where we are. We were just heading back to the sea. When we walked trough the forgotten city in silence, something inside us changed. We lost a bit of ourselves too and gained space for something new."
"I know I’m not the only one whose life is a conditional clausehanging from something to do with spring and one tall room and the tremble of my phone.I’m not the only one that love makes feel like a dozenflapping bedsheets being ripped to prayer flags by the wind."
"Constantly stopping to explain oneself may expand into a frustrating burden for the rare individual, so ceasing to do so is like finally dropping the weights and sprinting towards his goals. Those who insincerely misunderstand, who intentionally distort the motives of a pure-intentioned individual, then, no longer have the opportunity to block his path; instead, they are the ones left to stand on the sidelines shouting frustratedly in the wind of his trail."
"I spur my horse past the ruined city;the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts:ancient battlements, high and low;old grave mounds, great and small.Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed tremblesand the voice of the great trees clings forever,I sigh over all these common bones --No roll of the immortals bears their names."
"A free spirit is not bound by this, that, matter, materialism or opinion. They sing, dance and flow on the wind - for they are at one with it. They are nothing and everything - void and expanse. Even space and time does not confine or define them. For they are pure energy itself."
"I closed my eyes and turned my face into the cold wind. When I felt it swept along my skin there was no past. No future. Just now."
"A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things."
"When the wind is against you, like a kite, have your chord of faith rooted and you would fly highest ever."
"There was no wind which could have swept my thoughts away from my bositerous heart; not that day, not this day and not any other day"
"...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ..."
"When everything seems to be going wrong with you, you must remember the airplane takes off against the wind"
"When people wind you up, just remind them what happens to a piece of elastic."
"She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky."
"Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult"
"The wind is blowing. Don’t bend if you want to please him."
"The wind plays its own music."
"Yes, the wind came up--" Mrs. Sharpe began. She paused."And changed us all," Petra said softly."
"We are in the process of finding out what filling billions of acres with huge wind turbines does to the global environment."
"For me, walking in a hard Dakota wind can be like staring at the ocean: humbled before its immensity, I also have a sense of being at home on this planet, my blood so like the sea in chemical composition, my every cell partaking of air. I live about as far from the sea as is possible in North America, yet I walk in a turbulent ocean. Maybe that child was right when he told me that the world is upside-down here, and this is where angels drown."
"I see you better in music, I hear you better in wind, I feel you more in a flooding moonlight, that understands nothing, but darkness and silence."
"and half of learning to play is learning what not to playand she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to sayand she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her movesand make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to proveshe crawls out on a limb and begins to build her homeand it's enough just to look around and to know that she's not aloneup up up up up up up points the spire of the steeplebut god's work isn't done by godit's done by people"
"beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun. Life might be dangerous, with beauty that was so difficult to hide, but life was always and ever had been very, very good"
"It's like a nesting doll of imagination! It's like a painting of a painting! It's like the wind catching a chill from the wind, or a wave taking a dip in the ocean. It's like reading a novel that merely describes another novel. It's like music tapping its foot to a tune and saying 'Oh! I love this song!"
"Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?"
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