Happiness comes the way the wind blows.
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
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
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
May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face, and the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.
The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
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.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
The older you get the stronger the wind gets - and it's always in your face.
The only way to see the path in the wind is to become the wind itself.
This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.
The winds of grace blow all the time. All we need to do is set our sails.
And who am I to blow against the wind?
She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.
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.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
Follow your heart wherever it takes you. Nobody knows where the wind blows. No one can say.
A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
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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