A Quote by William Butler Yeats
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner -- what is it? if not the intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of homecoming.
If the winds of fortune are temporarily blowing against you, remember that you can harness them and make them carry you toward your definite purpose, through the use of your imagination.
The winds of change are blowing at the RNC.
The winds of change are blowing across Ontario.
The winds of grace are always blowing, but you have to raise the sail.
I can't imagine how you can find the discipline to be emotionally detached reporting on a revolution, the winds of which are blowing right down the hallways of the publication you work for. That's like an orthopedic surgeon trying to perform arthroscopic surgery on their own knee. It's possible, but it's hard to see through all the pain.
The winds of God's grace are always blowing, it is for us to raise our sails.
The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before I witness the soundless frolic of the shooting stars. In the profound darkness of certain nights I have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens.
Our purpose is to lean against the winds of deflation or inflation, whichever way they are blowing.
The winds are nothing else but good or bad spirits. Hark! how the Devil is puffing and blowing.
The winds that blow through the wide sky in these mounts, the winds that sweep from Canada to Mexico, from the Pacific to the Atlantic - have always blown on free men.
The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.
Love is the essential energy of the universe. It is the force that puts the stars in the firmament, and it makes the blood run through the veins.
When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.
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