There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.
The cloud which appeared to the prophet Ezekiel carried with it winds and storms, but it was environed with a golden circle, to teach us that the storms of afflictions, which happen to God's children, are encompassed with brightness and smiling felicity.
Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green.
Heaven was not so far away in the eyes of these people (the Maya), who believed that individual, civic and social truths could be revealed by consulting with nature: the shifting of the wind, the arrival of the rain, the appearance of the stars
Spirit is like the wind, in that we can't see it but can see its effects, which are profound.
Throw caution to the wind and just do it.
She who invented words, and yet does not speak; she who brings dreams and visions, yet does not sleep; she who swallows the storm, yet knows nothing of rain or wind. I speak for her; I am her own.
Lao Tsu uses the anology of the tree. The old hard tree breaks and falls when the wind blows. The young tree bends and does not break. He advises us to bend and not to break.
I know a tree feels it when the wind blows through it. It probably goes, 'Chhhhhh, this is wonderful. ' And that's how I feel when I'm singing some songs. It's wonderful.
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
Slamming the book shut produces a wind on the face, a weather that is copyrighted by the author, and this wind may not be deployed without permission, nor may the pages be turned without express written permission.
The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.
Remember that the military used wind-up radios for years.
The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.
The wind was cold off the mountains and I was a naked man with enemies behind me, and nothing before me but hope.
Never suffer an exception to occur till the new habit is securely rooted in your life. Each lapse is like the letting fall of a ball of string which one is carefully winding up; a single slip undoes more than a great many turns will wind again.
January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Brings longest day; In scorched July The storm-clouds fly, Lightning-torn; August bears corn, September fruit; In rough October Earth must disrobe her; Stars fall and shoot In keen November; And night is long And cold is strong In bleak December.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new. . . but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it's not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held with the lamp switched off; and if only once to stumble upon a stone, end up soaked in one downpour or another, mislay your keys in the grass; and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; and to keep on not knowing something important.