George Herbert Quotes

Hats divide generally into three classes: offensive hats, defensive hats, and shrapnel.

My hair is normally really unkempt - I'll just use my sunglasses like a headband or throw on a felt cloche by Behida Dolic in windy weather.

For me, the wind is the worst weather you can have to play football.

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

It doesn't matter whether or not you have a head, you must wear the right sort of hat

I just enjoy playing in wind, grew up in it, and it makes the golf a bit more fun.

May is a very early time in the year and the weather is usually bad. You cannot run a fast mile race if there is a strong wind, because it makes your running uneven.

When it blows here, even the seagulls walk.

I can wear a baseball cap; I am entitled to wear a baseball cap. I am genetically pre-disposed to wear a baseball cap, whereas most English people look wrong in a baseball cap.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.

Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.

The people of the Turkish republic, who claim to be civilized must prove that they are civilized by the way they appear. And that, means boots and shoes, trousers, shirt, and tie, jacket and vest. And to complete these, a cover with a brim on our heads. I want to make this clear. This head covering is called a hat

All my heroes wore coats and ties to work. What happened to men wearing hats? Maybe I should bring back hats.

I have a big head, so I can appreciate a good hat.

I had some rainy days, I didn't handle those rainy days. I walked out without an umbrella sometimes. I'm going to be more mentally prepared for my downs, because there are going to be ups and downs.

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?

Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.

Natural selection is not the wind which propels the vessel, but the rudder which, by friction, now on this side and now on that, shapes the course.

If you have wind it becomes more difficult than you think.

You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer hears, and the grass will go on growing, wild and blind.

There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.

A house built on granite and strong foundations, not even the onslaught of pouring rain, gushing torrents and strong winds will be able to pull down.