Top 1200 Autumn Wind Quotes & Sayings - Page 13

Moon is like Soul. Clouds are like all the situations in our life, relationships, youth, etc. Wind is like the Time. Just like the wind moves the clouds, Time moves all the situations in our life. But the soul is always the same and not on the temporary situations. One who focuses on soul is a moon-like person.

When the wind blows,the grass bends.

When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

All my ideas have blown away with the wind.

Retain the wind by compressing the belly.

Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

My husband is the wind beneath my wings.

I'm a bold man. I throw caution to the wind.

I am saying that in Wales here we have a very clear election commitment and I hope, and I will express this view, I hope that every individual member of the Labour Party, will understand that and will strive to achieve unity so that we can deliver the yes vote in the Autumn.

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

Beware of spitting against the wind!

If you are building a thirty-story building and you use worm-eaten wood for the frame, inferior structural supports, and other fourth-rate, low-grade materials, what kind of finished product do you think you will wind up with? No need to answer. So if you're building a human body and the material that will become your blood, bones, skin, organs-indeed, every cell of your body-is inferior and of poor quality, what kind of body do you think you will wind up with? No need to answer.

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

United will break caution to the wind

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

As artist Nature splashes color across the vast canvas of the sky with the radiance and splendor of sunrise and sunset. She arches rainbows against the passing storm, creates flowers and foliage, sets autumn woods on fire with the beauty of turning leaves and touches mountaintops with snow crystals.

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.

On wings of wind came flying all abroad.

I can't control the wind but I can adjust the sail.

When you fall in love with a work of art, you’d die to meet the artist. I am a student of the galleries of Pacific sunsets, full moon rises on the ocean, the clouds from an airplane, autumn forests in Raleigh, first fallen snows. And I’m dying to meet the artist.

I don't know where this Arctic wind has come from but it's freezing!

Throw caution to the wind and just do it.

The wind is old, but it keeps blowing.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

It's an ill wind that blows no good.

All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite. We feel what the Japanese call "aware"--an almost untranslatable word meaning something like "beauty tinged with sadness.

Popular applause veers with the wind.

A person who can break wind is not dead.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

I'm a drifter. I go where the wind blows.

Happiness comes the way the wind blows.

Then the room relaxed in cheers and babbling, and she turned in his arms to kiss him hard and cling to him, and he thought perhaps it didn't matter that they faced in opposite directions - so long as they faced each other.' Roger Wakefield {Drums Of Autumn}

At my age I'm envious of a stiff wind.

America is number one in wind power.

Thus far we run before the wind.

I also hear your president say that war is the means of last resort and I think he means that. I met him last autumn and he assured me that they wanted to come through and disarm Iraq by peaceful means, and that's what we are trying to do as hard as we can.

It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.

You can't change the wind but you can set your sails.

It's said that All Hallows' Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.

We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

One small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

Boasts are wind and deeds are hard.

The wind in ones face makes one wise.

Our life is woven wind.

Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.

All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green...

Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.

In the end words are just wind.

An Airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.

The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.

You've got to bend with the wind or you're broken.

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

There is no fair wind for one who knows not whither he is bound.

Who am I to blow against the wind?

If you don't have a deal, you wind up losing money.

No wind favors he who has no destined port.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.