Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Windlestraw. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Windlestraw Quotes And Sayings by 91 Authors including Algernon Charles Swinburne,Roberto Duran,Mehmet Murat Ildan,Chris Abani,Marianne Curley for you to enjoy and share.
Wind is lord and change is sovereign of the strand.
The wind is old, but it keeps blowing.
You like the wind? There is no wind? Start running! Create your own wind!
The wind is calling in a voice I remember
This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.
All four winds together can't bring the world to me Shadows cast a play of light, so much I want to see Chase the sun around the world, I want to look at life-In the Available Light. I'll go with the wind, I'll stand in the light.
Wolf Star shines on wintry high;
Gazing northward by and by.
Ice and snow on shorelines lie;
Wind and spirits haunt the sky.
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.
What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?
Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.
Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains,
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains,
Draughts of life to me.
what if a much of a which of a wind
No delicate breeze brings comfort with icy breath of wind
to the hearts which pant on the flames.
Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.
The wind only blows when God is hurrying you to your destiny.
How silent are the winds!
In the wind that may travel
as far as you have gone, I send this message: Out here,
in a place you will not forget, a simple man
has been moved to curse the rising sun and to question
God's unfinished work.
what wind blows you here? nit an ill wind, I hope
windows. What he thought
Nothing goes to windward like a 747.
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
I once ran across a list of nearly 400 winds from around the world and wondered why Wyoming, so dominated by wind, has so few names for its variations ... There's the wind, the damned wind, and the goddamned wind.
The wind whispered secrets in its own incomprehensible language.
The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.
The wind is us
it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
We guard the edge of the world," Dawnstripe told him. "The other Clans sit cozy in their marshes and woods, fed by the river and sheltered by our moor. They never know the true taste of the wind or the scent of first snow. There's no Clan cat faster or more nimble than a WindClan cat.
Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff
The winds of heaven is that which flows between a horse's ears.
The hot west wind that blew like sand whispering across stone.
Here you are. Would you like some pickles?"
"Pickles gives me the wind something awful."
"In that case - "
"Oh, I wasn't saying no," Mistress Weatherwax said, taking two large pickled cucumbers.
Words are winds.
I hear the howl of the wind that brings
The long drear storm on its heavy wings.
The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously. His face is weather beaten, he wears a hooded sash with a silver hat about his head ... The autumn wind is a Raider, pillaging just for fun.
We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.
The voyage of a lifetime starts at the windowsill.
Why do you chase the wind?
If the wind no longer calls to you, it is time to see if you have forgotten your name.
A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.
Windsurfing, the sound of the word contains all the mystery of a solitary buoy in the fog, echoing across the water at the end of the day.
It's an ill wind that blows no good.
What light through yonder window breaks?
The wind is the appalling enemy. It is mind-destroying, physically-destroying, soul-destroying ...
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
The Windrush era is a very important part of British history as it helps us understand how and why we became the multicultural society we are today, and also helps us understand the history of race relations in this country.
O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
Winds sweep the passages of time
Forever more
Taking, leaving
Memories.
Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze;
But if the pilot slumber at the helm,
The very wind that wafts us tow'rds the port
May dash us on the shoals. The steersman's part
Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.
At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.
Winds with little fishhooks at the end of every gust.
No wind favors he who has no destined port.
Wind is one of the greatest scams of the modern age.
Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns. The wind was the furious voice of this sluggish animal light that was baring the dormers and mullions and scullions of Cold Comfort Farm.
Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.
The wind shifts like this:
Like a human without illusions,
Who still feels irrational things within her.
I wish,' said Lymond, 'it would try a major key sometimes.'
'Wind,' Chancellor said, 'is a melancholy creature.
How I want to see the mountains, rivers, sunshine, and ruined fortresses! Let the wind course over us until we become beautiful
A melancholy sound is in the air,
A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail
Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.
A fresh spiderweb
billowing
like a spinnaker
across the open window
and here he is
the little master
sailing by
on a thread of milk
wish me luck
admiral
I haven't finished anything
in a long time
Except wind stands as it never stood
It is an ill wind turns none to good.
The wind is a very difficult sound to get. It's always changing.
Words are wind - Tyrion Lannister.
What's the use of the wind if it won't take you away on it?
Coelorum perrupit claustra.
He broke through the barriers of the skies.
[Herschel's epitaph]
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
Wind is a floating wave of air, whose undulation continually varies.
It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.
We are all interludes in history, a drawn breath to make pause in the rush, and when we are gone, those breaths join the chorus of the wind. But who listens to the wind?
Secure in his flight
Rider on the constant winds
Hawk flies through his days
Looks then to the east
Prompted by fate's gentle breeze
Changes his intent
Fate's gentle breezes
Move the mighty heart to change
Destiny remade
No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.
Wind is caused by the trees waving their branches.
The wind is like the golden breath of the world; when it blows, we feel that the world is alive and so are we!
I am the wind...I am death.
The wind didn't know this was hell.
The wind is blowing. Adore the wind.
The kingdom of reflection is at the mercy of the wind!
Steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes?
Come windless invader
I am a carnival of
Stars, a poem of blood.
For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.
With multiplayer, permanent death, and an ever-changing world to explore and conquer, 'A Valley Without Wind' might be the place you're looking for if you need to escape the same dreary titles.
Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.
Wind is God's way of balancing heat. Wind is the way you shift heat from areas where it's hotter to areas where it's cooler. That's what wind is.
6The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
The dead season when wolves live off the wind.
Here, in the barren hell of Zus, there was nothing but the wind, and the wind talked.
The wind, my friends, only speaks to madmen - and I heard it call my name.
Damn wind shift sudden as a woman mind.
The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.
It was frightening and wonderful to surrender to the wind's power.
Osha studied him. "You asked them and they're answering. Open your ears, listen, you'll hear." Bran listened. "It's only the wind," he said after a moment, uncertain. "The leaves are rustling." "Who do you think sends the wind, if not the gods?
This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper.
Wind is to us what money is to life on shore.
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.
Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.
My love is like the wind and wild is the wind. Give me more than one caress, satisfy my hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart for wild is the wind.
Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian's mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.
Tallstar stiffened and his neck fur bristled. 'Windclan was driven from the forest once,' he hissed. 'Never again. Our territory is ours, and we'll fight for it. Is Thunderclan with us?