Wind Quotes - Page 13

Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.

Never trust a computer you can't throw out a window.

If a seperate personal Paradise exists for each of us mine must irreparably be planted with trees of words which the wind silvers like poplars, by people who see their confiscated justice given back, and by birds that even in the midst of the truth of death insist on singing in Greek and saying, eros, eros, eros.

It'll work, if God, wind, leads, ice, snow, and all the hells of this damned frozen land are willing.

With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.

The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.

Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.

One can never be bored by powder skiing because it is a special gift of the relationship between earth and sky. It only comes in sufficient amounts in particular places, at certain times on this earth; it lasts only a limited amount of time before sun and wind changes it. People devote their whole lives to it for the pleasure of being so purely played by gravity and snow.

It's a chain of accidents. When you step into Hollywood, you wind yourself into thousands of chains of accidents. If all of the thousands happen to come out exactly right-and the chance of that figures out to be one in eight million-then you'll be a star.

The questions that used to bother me at times, do not weigh anything before the immensity of a wake so close to the sky and filled with the wind of the sea

I want my house open to sun and wind and the voice of the sea, like a Greek temple, and light, light, light everywhere!

Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.

Praise is like sunlight to the warm human spirit; we cannot flower and grow without it. And yet, while most of us are only too ready to apply to others the cold wind of criticism, we are somehow reluctant to give our fellow the warm sunshine of praise.

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.

A dictatorship of relativism is being built that recognizes nothing as definite, and which leaves as the ultimate measure only one's ego and desires ... Having a clear faith, according to the credo of the church, is often labeled as fundamentalism. Yet relativism, that is, letting oneself being carried 'here and there by any wind of doctrine,' appears as the sole attitude good enough for modern times.

I'm no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.

When you have the feeling that anything’s possible, sometimes you wind up acting on it.

Discount my partiality, but my report is that so far The Winds of War is looking good.

A house built on granite and strong foundations, not even the onslaught of pouring rain, gushing torrents and strong winds will be able to pull down.

The reader of these Memoirs will discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led.

May you have a strong foundation when the winds of change shift...and may you be forever young.