Quotes
Quotes about Wind
The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.
The wind and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire. [Fr., L'absence diminue les mediocres passions et augmente les grandes, comme le vent eteint les bougies et allume le feu.]
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.
What the reason of the ant laboriously drags into a heap, the wind of accident will collect in one breadth. [Was der Ameise Vernunft muhsam, zu Haufen schleppt, jagt in einem Hui der Wind des Zufalls zusammen.
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.
Like a wind scattering dandelion spores or maple samaras Lind the NASA shuttle which when it exploded sent people and thousands of captive lab animals over 6 states the innocent little nameless Mad Cow* was decimated after drawn and quartered and sent by porters to 4 states' quarters.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.
Kites rise highest against the wind; not with it.
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.
The Hare and the Tortoise A hare one day ridiculed the short feet and slow pace of the Tortoise, who replied, laughing: Though you be swift as the wind, I will beat you in a race. The Hare, believing her assertion to be simply impossible, assented to the proposal; and they agreed that the Fox should choose the course and fix the goal. On the day appointed for the race the two started together. The Tortoise never for a moment stopped, but went on with a slow but steady pace straight to the end of the course. The Hare, lying down by the wayside, fell fast asleep. At last waking up, and moving as fast as he could, he saw the Tortoise had reached the goal, and was comfortably dozing after her fatigue. Slow but steady wins the race.
Look up! the wide extended plain Is billowy with its ripened grain, And on the summer winds are rolled Its waves of emerald and gold.
E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.
And a good south wind sprung up behind, The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! "God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends that plague thus thee!-- Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross."
As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name.
It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who cannot sleep with the window shut, and a woman who cannot sleep with the window open.
How many roads must a man walk down Before your can call him a man? . . . The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
The South Wind has for the evening donned jasmine scent.
