Wind Quotes - Page 5

Give me a window and I'll stare out it.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.

Imagination is like a lofty building reared to meet the sky; whereas fancy is a balloon that soars at the wind's will.

I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.

The cross is the surest, truest and deepest window on the very heart and character of the living and loving God.

Planning stuff out sucks. If you plan stuff out, you wind up talking in a very monotonous, unnatural way.

Is the beam from a lighthouse affected by howling wind and rain? It remains perfectly steadfast and unaffected by the storm. Your true self is like that. Nothing can ever harm you once you are consciously aware that it is so.

Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow, Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea, What matters beating wind and tossing billow If only we are in the boat with Thee? Hold us quiet through the age-long minute While Thou art silent and the wind is shrill : Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, are in it; Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?

There are, indeed, few merrier spectacles than that of many windmills bickering together in a fresh breeze over a woody country; their halting alacrity of movement, their pleasant business, making bread all day with uncouth gesticulation; their air, gigantically human, as of a creature half alive, put a spirit of romance into the tamest landscape.

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned

Human civilization has been changing the Earths environment for millennia, often to our detriment. Dams, deforestation and urbanization can alter water cycles and wind patterns, occasionally triggering droughts or even creating deserts.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

Fire can warm or consume, water can quench or drown, wind can caress or cut. And so it is with human relationships: we can both create and destroy, nurture and terrorize, traumatize and heal each other.

The reason that chefs become chefs is that they're not allowed into rooms with windows.

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.

To the wind with what the world thinks about us. We are not to seek the approval of earth, but the honor of heaven.

The Bill of Life was signed, the Unwind Accord went into effect, and the war was over. Everyone was so happy to end the war, no one cared about the consequences

The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.

During the Blitz, a lot of shops had their windows blown in and put up notices saying, 'More open than usual'. I now declare this place more open than usual.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.