Wind Symbolism Quotes

As you see in a pair of bellows, there is a forced breath without life, so in those that are puffed up with the wind of ostentation, there may be charitable words without works.

I listen to the wind, the wind of my soul.

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it.

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.

A people without a history is like the wind over buffalo grass.

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

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.

Our life is woven wind.

Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.

The winds are nothing else but good or bad spirits. Hark! how the Devil is puffing and blowing.

I had on a beautiful red dress, but what I saw was even more valuable. I was strong. I was pure. I had genuine thoughts inside that no one could see, that no one could ever take away from me. I was like the wind. -Lindo

The spirit of the woods is like an old good friend, makes me feel warm and good inside. I knew his name and it was good to see him again, cause in the wind he's still alive.

When the wind carries a cry which is meaningful to human ears, it is simpler to believe the wind shares with us some part of the emotion of Being than that the mysteries of a hurricane's rising murmur reduce to no more than the random collision of insensate molecules.

Winds are advertisements of all they touch, however much or little we may be able to read them; telling their wanderings even by their scents alone.