Quotes on Wind

That which begins not with prayer, seldom winds up with comfort.

It's so graceful to be blown by the wind, to go where the wind takes you. Just drifting over beautiful rivers in a balloon is perfect.

Daffodils,_x000D_ _x000D_ That come before the swallow dares, and take_x000D_ _x000D_ The winds of March with beauty.

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

To the person who does not know where he wants to go there is no favorable wind.

No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

When student-actors see people and the way they behave when together, see the color of the sky, hear the sounds in the air, feel the ground beneath them and the wind on their faces, they get a wider view of their personal world and development in the theater is quickened. The world provides the material for the theater and artistic growth develops hand-in-hand with one's recognition of it and one's self within it.

The wind of change is blowing through the continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact.

Fuller believed human societies would soon rely mainly on renewable sources of energy, _x000D_ _x000D_ such as solar- and wind-derived electricity,. envisioned an age of "universal education and sustenance of all humanity"._x000D_ _x000D_ "The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."

The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky_x000D_ _x000D_ The deer to the wholesome wold;_x000D_ _x000D_ And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid,_x000D_ _x000D_ As it was in the days of old.

We are the voices of the wandering wind,_x000D_ _x000D_ Which moan for rest and rest can never find;_x000D_ _x000D_ Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,_x000D_ _x000D_ A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.

She danced the dance of flames and fire, _x000D_ _x000D_ and the dance of swords and spears; _x000D_ _x000D_ she danced the dance of stars and the dance of space, _x000D_ _x000D_ and then she danced the dance of flowers in the wind.

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.

You can't always control the wind, but you can control your sails.

Who can undo_x000D_ _x000D_ What time hath done? Who can win back the wind?_x000D_ _x000D_ Reckon lost music from a broken lute?_x000D_ _x000D_ Renew the redness of a last year's rose?_x000D_ _x000D_ Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?

Like the wind that carries one ship east and another west, the law of autosuggestion will lift you up or pull you down according to the way that you set your sails of thought.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.

The word of Mohammad is a voice direct from nature's own heart - all else is wind in comparison.