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Wind Quotes by John Keats
- The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of…
- The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.
- Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted…
- But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
- What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
More Wind Quotes
- I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my… — Arthur Ashe
- Sailing a boat calls for quick action, a blending of feeling with the wind and water as well as with the very… — George Matthew Adams
- It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent. — Dave Barry
- Wind is God's way of balancing heat. Wind is the way you shift heat from areas where it's hotter to areas where… — Joe Barton
- Having a clear faith, based on the creed of the church is often labeled today as fundamentalism. Whereas relativism, which is letting… — Pope Benedict XVI
- Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air. — Georges Bernanos
- If you don't know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else. — Yogi Berra
- The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the… — Henry Beston
- I don't think it's too hippie to want to clean up the planet so you don't wind up dying of some kind… — Jello Biafra
- Our Constitution was not written in the sands to be washed away by each wave of new judges blown in by each… — Hugo Black
- Actresses can get outrageously precious about the way they look. That's not what life's about. If you starve yourself to the point… — Cate Blanchett
- The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over. — Aesop