750 Quotes About Wind

Song on Applying War Paint:At the center of the earth I stand, Behold me! At the wind center I stand, Behold me! A root of medicine Therefore I stand, At the wind center I stand.

in the heart’s rainin the eye’s fogin the winter’s smoky snowin whirling snowin stormswind which wants to tear my coat offlegends storiesthe blood red dawn of the mindthe warm spring between your thighsthe only haven

Even if it is made up of gold, the sailing boat can go nowhere without the humble wind!

Islanders tooare for sculpting.

The evening darkens overAfter a day so bright,The windcapt waves discoverThat wild will be the night.

I wanted to root into him, even as the wind said all rootedness was a sham, there were only passing arrangements, makeshift shelters and poor harbors, I love you, I thought suddenly in that rush that makes so much seem possible, I love you, anything I am you have use for is yours.

Yuan hears the animals hundreds of meters away—the ones with hooves running while the pawed ones hunt them. He also hears the birds chirping, the leaves rustling, the waterfall roaring, and the wind speaking. Yes, speaking. Not every High-Grade voices the wind or hears it speak. But he does.

It may well be that what gives to the wind along that Wessex coast its indescribable mixture of vague sorrow and wild obscure joy comes from its passing, on its unpredictable path, the floating hair of so many love-lorn maidens and the wild-tossed beards of so many desolate old men.

It's so windy even the trees are having a bad-hair day.