The older you get the stronger the wind gets - and it's always in your face.
When the wind blows across the various continents, it does not bring with it the nationalities of the countries through which it passes. So likewise with Life.
This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.
The winds of grace blow all the time. All we need to do is set our sails.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
And who am I to blow against the wind?
The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it.
The wind which snuffs the candle fans the fire.
Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.
The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.
She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.
If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
Wisdom sails with wind and time.
The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.
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