750 Quotes About Wind

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.

Why do you shower in the waterfall?” Pico asks again.“I have too much time.” Yuan jumps from the cliff, diving into the air. The wind whispers in his ears what you may never hear. Target: the tree branch thirty feet below. Next, the stone twenty feet further down. Then, the flat slab and another branch. Finally, the bed of black stones where all the water, falling from a few hundred feet, gets collected like a whirlpool and overflows into the river further down.

Dip your fingers n the spring stream or lift your face to the summer rains. Listen for me in the winter wind I'll come back for you.

I've lived to see my longings die"I've lived to se my longings die:My dreams and I have grown apart;Now only sorrow haunts my eye,The wages of a bitter heart.Beneath the storms of hostile fate,My flowery wreath has faded fast;I live alone and sadly waitTo see when death will come at last.Just so, when the winds in winter moanAnd snow descends in frigid flakes,Upon a naked branch, alone,The final leaf of summer shakes!

Era come una mano di colore data sul venticello, sui muri gialletti della borgata, sui prati, sui carretti, sugli autobus coi grappoli agli sportelli. Una mano di colore ch'era tutta l'allegria e la miseria delle notti dell'estate del presente e del passato.

Fanatics are like debris following the course of the wind, they are swept around like sand, and convinced to believe in what they do not understand.

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

People say you’re at the mercy of your feelings..but I’m not so sure about that. I think you can harness them, like the wind.

The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This dark night has won me to wander far away; old feelings gather fast upon me.