Nothing and no one can destroy the Chinese people. Theyare relentless survivors? They yield, they bend to the wind, but they never break.
The Nazis entered this war under the rather childish delusion that they were going to bomb everyone else, and nobody was going to bomb them. At Rotterdam, London, Warsaw, and half a hundred other places, they put their rather naive theory into operation. They sowed the wind, and now they are going to reap the whirlwind.arthur travers harris
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summ'd with all his substance.George Chapman
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.john masefield
Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.Augustus William Hare
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sear-birds Hash the white caps of the sea.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The moods of love are like the wind, and none knows whence or why they rise.coventry patmore
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring; And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.anne brontë
Every Muslim must rise to defend his religion. The wind of faith is blowing.osama bin laden
The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.dora read goodale
Behind the big names of twentieth-century literature there stands a shadow cabinet of writers waiting to take over once the wind of Change has blown. My own vote goes to Hugh Kingsmill as leader of this opposition.hugh kingsmill
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,A wind that follows fast,And fills the white and rustling sail,And bends the gallant mast.And bends the gallant mast, my boys,While like the eagle freeAway the good ship flies, and leavesOld England on the lee.Allan Cunningham
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 by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.john keats
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sails, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England in the lee.Allan Cunningham
Straight is the way to Acheron, Whether the spirit's race is run From Athens or from Meröe: Weep not, far from home to die; The wind doth blow in every sky That wafts us to that doleful sea.
And a good south wind sprung up behind, The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! "God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends that plague thee thus! Why look'st thou so?" "With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross."Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The populace is like the sea, motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life. This is our modern danger one of the waxen wings of flight. It may cause our civilization to fall unless we act quickly to counteract it, unless we realize that human character is more important than efficiency, that education consists of more than the mere accumulation of knowledge.charles lindbergh
In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago.christina rossetti
"Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night," he had said. "You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses."Sherwood Anderson