But you can’t plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. (“The North”)

What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river...

whispering wind.” But what are these secrets of the breeze? I don’t know, but I don’t want a gossip to stand downwind of me.

A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

A fish cannot drown in water,A bird does not fall in air.In the fire of creation,God doesn’t vanish:The fire brightens.Each creature God mademust live in its own true nature;How could I resist my nature,That lives...

The effect of sailing is produced by a judicious arrangement of the sails to the direction of the wind.

Be still:There is no longer any need of comment.It was a lucky windThat blew away his halo with his cares,A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you’re abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of...

I Have Learned Why People Work So Hard To Succeed: It Is Because They Envy The Things Their Neighbors Have. But It Is Useless. It Is Like Chasing The Wind….It Is Better To Have Only...

…this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath…

An infinite, inscrutable blackness has annihilated sight! Where is our universe? All crumbled away from us; and we, adrift in chaos, may hearken to the gusts of homeless wind, that go sighing and murmuring about...

…the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep …

When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.

The wind is a very difficult sound to get. It’s always changing.

Dream Song of Thunders:Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky.

After I’m famous, I want my statue to be made out of beige Jell-O, and I want to be portrayed naked, so my genitals jiggle in the wind.

Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody… Dance with me within the wind… Let me love You…

It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a...

Inherit the Wind is a wonderful play, and I was in the original with Paul Muni.

When I did Inherit the Wind, I learned about teaching school. I also found out what a fundamentalist was.

Love is wind for the soul

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.

The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. Hisbreaths tickle my ear, and I close my eyes, letting myself finally relax. Hesmells like wind and sweat and soap, like...

There’s always books. And the wind through trees.

The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.

the wind is scary.. during a tornado or in life in general.. never know when a gust is going to come in your direction and change everything

Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.

..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft – for one moment there is no one else – only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate …

The word of Mohammad is a voice direct from nature’s own heart – all else is wind in comparison.

Leaning forward in the chair, Harley squeezed out a controlled fart, so no one could hear it. This damn reception area was like a echo chamber. If he weren’t careful, it could reverberate around the...

The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you, the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused...

Like a statue, I’m hairless. Also like a statue, I have hair. Let’s make love like a dandelion goes bald in the breeze.

Nature is my springboard. From her I get my initial impetus. I have tried to relate the visible drama of mountains, trees, and bleached fields with the fantasy of wind blowing and changing colors and...

She took another step. The simple motion of her moving leg was like a dance, the unexaggerated shifting of her hip entrancing as a fire. The arch of her bare foot said more of sex...

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

I long to drift through turquoise skies;race the wind in rampant flight.Ruddy chains have framed my eyes,they seize my heart and stain the light.

A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it felt like a breath from another world.

You can power the entire U.S. vehicle fleet with 73,000 to 145,000 five-megawatt wind turbines. That would take between one and three square kilometers of footprint on the ground.

The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,For I would ride with you upon the wind,Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

Other times when I hear the wind blowI feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.

I’m the wave pushed by the wind, always receding before reaching the shore.

Like wind– In it, with it, of it. Of it just like a sail, so light and strong that, even when it is bent flat, it gathers all the power of the wind without hampering...

A gust of wind rattles the window, and I look out. Leaves are whooshing all over the place, flying past horizontally as if they have engines of their own.

fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested

sometimes i don’t know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring…that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over...

Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden...

I love like a leaf in the wind. Please, hold your applause until the end of the performance (the last day of fall).