Christina Rossetti Quotes

I can feel the wind go by when I run. It feels good. It feels fast.

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on.... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

I go where the sound of thunder is.

I simply liked looking at the world around us.

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.

Use all of your senses.

How do the stems connect to the roots?' 'Where is the mist coming from?' 'Why does one tree seem darker than another?' These questions are implicitly asked and answered in the process of sketching.

People don't use their eyes. They never see a bird, they see a sparrow. They never see a tree, they see a birch. They see concepts.

The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.

Be transparent as wind, be as possible and relentless and dangerous, be what moves things forward without needing to leave a mark, be part of this collection of molecules that begins somewhere unknown and can't help but keep rising. Rising.Rising. Rising.

The world is like a Mask dancing. If you want to see it well, you do not stand in one place.

who is invisible enough to see you

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. You learn to talk to them.

A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.

In naming that which is right before me, that which I'd otherwise miss, the invisible becomes visible.

Would there be trees if we didn't see them?

He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

A lot of the time you keep looking for beauty, but it is already there. And if you look with a little bit more intention, you see it.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.