Quotes
Quotes about Wind
O Cicero, I have seen tempests when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds; But never till to-night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow, You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, downed the cocks.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal.
Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame? A fitful tongue of leaping flame; A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust, That lifts a pinch of mortal dust; A few swift years, and who can show Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?
Nothing fails like success. â¢Gerald Nachman We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? â¢Jean Cocteau Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world. â¢Lily Tomlin The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you. â¢Nancy Astor For you to be successful, sacrifices must be made. It's better that they are made by others but failing that, you'll have to make them yourself. â¢Rita Mae Brown Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside. â¢Mark Twain The way to learn to do things is to do things. The way to learn a trade is to work at it. Success teaches how to succeed. Begin with the determination to succeed, and the work is half done already. â¢J.N. Fadenburg Make a success of living by seeing the goal and aiming for it unswervingly. â¢Cecil B. Demille I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. â¢Abraham Lincoln The secret of success is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake those, you've got it made. â¢Groucho Marx Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles.
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.
After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night.
what power had I before I learned to yield? Shatter me Great Wind! I shall possess the field! from the poem To A Milkweed.
Talk with a man out at a window!--a proper saying!
Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, . . . thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wind-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames; Fair winding up to where the Muses haunt In Twit'nham bowers, and for their Pope implore.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Laurel crowned Horatius True, how true the saying, Swift as wind flies over us Time devouring, slaying. [Lat., Lauriger Horatius Quam dixisti verum; Fugit curo citius Tempus edax rerum.]
But the standing toast that pleased me most Was, "The wind that blows, the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor!"
The wind that blows, the ship that goes And the lass the loves a sailor.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup, That runs for ages without winding up?
Follow the Romany Patteran Sheer to the Austral light, Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind, Sweeping the sea floors white.
Oh, colder than the wind that freezes Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd, Is that congealing pang which seizes The trusting bosom, when betray'd.
With evil omens from the harbour sails The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears; God of the southern winds, call up thy gales, And whistle in rude fury round his ears.
It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride.
Even turkeys can fly in a stiff wind.
