And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
When you can’t change the direction of the wind — adjust your sails
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Swift as the wind. Quiet as the forest. Conquer like the fire. Steady as the mountain
When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.
You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down.
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.
The older you get the stronger the wind gets and it's always in your face.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
The winds of grace blow all the time. All we need to do is set our sails.
The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
It is the set of the sails, not the direction of the wind that determines which way we will go.
I can feel the wind go by when I run. It feels good. It feels fast.
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.
A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
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