Quotes
Quotes about Wind
Never trust a computer you can't throw out a window.
Joy and grief are never far apart. In the same street the shutters of one house are closed while the curtains of the next are brushed by the shadows of the dance. A wedding party returns from the church and a funeral winds to its door. The smiles and.
To get to know a country, you must have direct contact with the earth. It's futile to gaze at the world through a car window.
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.
As soon Seek roses in December--ice in June, Hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do... Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
I would I had some flowers o' th' spring that might Become your time of day, and yours, and yours, That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing. O, Proserpina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength--a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.
O Love-star of the unbeloved March, When cold and shrill, Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch The wind that beats sharp crag and barren hill, And keeps unfilmed the lately torpid rill!
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need Of aid from them--she was the Universe.
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space, In twilight land, in no man's land, Two hurrying shapes met face to face And bade each other stand. "And who are you?" cried one, a-gape, Shuddering in the glimmering light. "I know not," said the second shape, "I only died last night."
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Only the sea intoning, Only the wainscot-mouse, Only the wild wind moaning Over the lonely house.
When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
Sometimes, when I drive across the desert in the middle of the night, with no other cars around, I start imagining: What if there were no civilization out there? No cities, no factories, no people? And then I think: No people or factories? Then who made this car? And this highway? And I get so confused I have to stick my head out the window into the driving rain---unless there's lightning, because I could get struck on the head by a bolt.
When you're riding in a time machine way far into the future, don't stick your elbow out the window, or it'll turn into a fossil.
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff And good from bad find no partition.
Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.
That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ: From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplieth, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love.
We are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog--come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentleman--mind your eye! Over the table,--look out for the lamp! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank and starved together.
As when the dove returning bore the mark Of earth restored to the long labouring ark; The relics of mankind, secure at rest, Open every window to receive the guest, And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.
