Quotes
Quotes about Wind
Across the silent stream
Where the dream-shadows go,
From the dim blue Hill of Dream
I have heard the west wind blow.
I hear the little children of the wind
Crying solitary in lonely places.
The way of the Wind is a strange, wild way.
There paused to shut the door
A fellow called the Wind,
With mystery before,
And reticence behind.
How full and rich a world
Theirs to inhabit is--
Sweet scent of grass and bloom,
Playmates' glad symphony,
Cool touch of western wind,
Sunshine's divine caress.
How should they know or feel
They are in darkness?
But, oh, the miracle!
If a Redeemer came,
Laid finger on their eyes--
One touch and what a world,
New-born in loveliness!
? John Bartlett, compAt daybreak Morn shall come to me
In raiment of the white winds spun.
Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down;
Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,
Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,
"Are the weans in their bed? for it's nou ten o'clock."
A life on the ocean wave!
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
They who plough the sea do not carry the winds in their hands.
The pilot cannot mitigate the billows or calm the winds.
Why does pouring oil on the sea make it clear and calm? Is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves?
There are many marvellous stories told of Pherecydes. For it is said that he was walking along the seashore at Samos, and that seeing a ship sailing by with a fair wind, he said that it would soon sink; and presently it sank before his eyes. At another time he was drinking some water which had been drawn up out of a well, and he foretold that within three days there would be an earthquake; and there was one.
Why may not a goose say thus: "All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon, the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me; I have such an advantage by the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me. I am the darling of Nature! Is it not man that keeps and serves me?"
These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.
Or almost like a spider, who, confin'd
In her web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant if the buzzing flie
Stir but a string of her lawn canapie.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?
He rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
The wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.
They have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.
The wind bloweth where it listeth.
Carried about with every wind of doctrine.
And thus he mused, "From here indeed, shall we strike terror in the Swede. A city built here by our labor, Shall frighten then, our haughty neighbor. A window into Europe, we Shall cut, by Nature's own decree...
The wind rises ... we must try to live
