Wind Quotes

Great people are not affected by each puff of wind that blows ill. Like great ships, they sail serenely on, in a calm sea or a great tempest.

A bird as it rises always sets its wings above the wind and without beating them, and it always moves in a circular movement.

The soul can never be corrupted with the corruption of the body, but it is like the wind which causes the sound of the organ, and which ceases to produce a good effect when a pipe is spoilt.

Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.

I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.

There's a lot of freedom today and you can put yourself across anyway you want to. But I haven't CHOSEN this image. I'm myself and in fact half the time I let the wind take me.

Death by evaporation. May the saltwater wind that gets shot out of a barreling wave blow me away like an old puffy dandelion into the sky.

Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.

I can see God in a daisy. I can see God at night in the wind and rain. I see Creation just about everywhere. The highest form of song is prayer. King David's, Solomon's, the wailing of a coyote, the rumble of the Earth.

Ever since I was a child I've always been very attracted to melodies. Whether I hear Jeff Beck, a choir, an ocean or the wind, there's always a melody in there.

Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all

Even as a solid rock is unshaken by the wind, so are the wise unshaken by praise or blame.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged - though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.