Quotes
Quotes about Wind
What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May-wind's restless wings, When, from the orchard-row, he pours Its fragrance through our open doors; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.
Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow.
When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
Now the noisy winds are still; April's coming up the hill! All the spring is in her train, Led by shining ranks of rain; Pit, pat, patter, clatter, Sudden sun and clatter patter! . . . . All things ready with a will, April's coming up the hill!
The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.
There was King Bradmond's palace, Was never none richer, the story says: For all the windows and the walls Were painted with gold, both towers and halls; Pillars and doors all were of brass; Windows of latten were set with glass; It was so rich in many wise, That it was like a paradise.
Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.
The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
Rock-bye-baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough bends the cradle will fall, Down comes the baby, cradle and all.
Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief she is beautiful. â¢Sophia Loren Nothing's beautiful from every point of view. â¢Horace Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away. â¢George Brossin Méré ...It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. â¢James Matthew Barrie In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. â¢Christopher Morley Beauty is power; a smile is its sword. â¢Charles Reade Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense. â¢Kin Hubbard Beauty is not caused. It is. â¢Emily Dickinson Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused. â¢Edward Gibbon My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossomsâwill it return to my body when they scatter? â¢Kotomichi Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. â¢Campbell Champagne is the only wine a woman can drink and still remain beautiful. â¢Mme. de Pompadour Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but impairs what it would improve. â¢Pope Delusions are often functional. A mother's opinions about her children's beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera ad nauseam, keep her from drowning them at birth. â¢Lazarus Long Honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar. â¢Shakespeare It is good that the young are beautiful; it is the only advantage they have. â¢The Duchess of Windsor Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health is short lived, and apt to have ague fits. â¢Erasmus The beautiful are never desolate, But someone always loves them. â¢Bailey Beauty, n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband. â¢Ambrose Bierce Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away. â¢Luis Cernuda Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. â¢Ralph Waldo Emerson Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do. But beautiful women don't need to know about men. It's the men who have to know about beautiful women. â¢Katherine Hepburn A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever. â¢Helen Rowland There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness. â¢Countess of Blessington Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart. â¢Johann von Schiller When a girl ceases to blush, she has lost the most powerful charm of her beauty. â¢Gregory I The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman, any woman, with beautiful legs. â¢Marlene Dietrich Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. â¢John Keats I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas? â¢Jean Kerr The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt. â¢Anonymous What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity. â¢Father Andre Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference. â¢Aristotle I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation. â¢Tyra Banks Exuberance is beauty. â¢William Blake Even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful! â¢Bessie Delanay As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker. â¢Ralph Waldo Emerson Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. â¢Kahlil Gibran Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder. â¢Immermann Beauty is a short-lived tyranny. â¢Socrates Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.
They called the wind lackadaisical.. but because he in freedom blows the world will never lack for daisies.. (to Laurie Otto Milwaukee Wisconsin advocate of wild lawns) http://www.epa.gov/greenacres http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
Seize the loud, vociferous fells, and Clashing, clanging to the pavement Hurl them from their windy tower!
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
And when he was entered into a ship, his disciples followed him. And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves: but he was asleep. And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish. And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm. But the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
The human body is a machine which winds its own springs.
A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.
The truly brave, When they behold the brave oppressed with odds, Are touched with a desire to shield and save:-- A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods Are they--now furious as the sweeping wave, Now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods The rugged tree unto the summer wind, Compassion breathes along the savage mind.
The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns. The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with th' enameled stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport to the wild ocean. Then let me go and hinder not my course. I'll be as patient as a gentle stream And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?
Far out at sea,--the sun was high, While veer'd the wind and flapped the sail, We saw a snow-white butterfly Dancing before the fitful gale, Far out at sea.
Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get it home, but it doesn't always go with everything else in the house.
Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge.
