Best stones & wind Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Death is the gate of life. Ingratitude is the soul's enemy... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace. You will find something far greater in the woods than you will find in books. Stones and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.”

Book Soul Enemy Teach Greater Grace Tree Wind Masters Source Stones Mercy Woods Burning Streams Gates Dew Ingratitude

Author:Bernard of Clairvaux

“Success is feeling good about the work you do throughout the long, unheralded journey that may or may not wind up at the launch pad. You can't view training solely as a stepping stone to something loftier. It's got to be an end in itself.”

May Long Ends Feelings Success Views Journey Wind Training Stones Feel Good Stepping Stones Pads

Book:An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth

Source: An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth

“Who you really are, your True Nature, is no more tied to the kind of person you've been than the wind is tied to the skies through which it moves. Your past is just that, the past, a place within your psyche with no more reality to it than a picture of a castle on a postcard is made from stone. You have a destination far beyond where you find yourself standing today.”

Kind Persons Made Reality Today Past Moving Sky Wind Standing Stones Finding Yourself Destination Tied Our Past Castles Your Past True Nature Postcards

Author:Guy Finley

“Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.”

Source: Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more

“While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One is animate, Mankind inanimate phantasy.”

Reality Tree Mankind Wind Broken Stones Sat Realism Grey

Book:The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

“The best thing is to go from nature's God dawn to nature; and if you once get to nature's God, and believe Him, and love Him, it is surprising how easy it is to hear music in the waves, and songs in the wild whisperings of the winds; to see God everywhere in the stones, in the rocks, in the rippling brooks, and hear Him everywhere, in the lowing of cattle, in the rolling of thunder, and in the fury of tempests. Get Christ first, put Him in the right place, and you will find Him to be the wisdom of God in your own experience.”

Ifs Firsts Believe Song Easy Christ Nature Rocks Wind Stones And Love Wave Best Things Dawn Surprising Rolling Thunder Fury Right Place Brooks Whispering Cattle Tempest

Author:Charles Spurgeon

“Magic, indeed, is all around us, in stones, flowers, stars, the dawn wind and the sunset cloud; all we need is the ability to see and understand.”

Needs Stars Ability Magic Wind Flower Stones Clouds Dawn Sunset Ability To See

Book:Natural Magic

Source: Natural Magic

“In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.”

Men Life Long Stills Hands Lying Song Sound Dark Half Feet Wind Wall Stones Prison Sparks Squares Strain Grim All Alone Banner Bending Loopholes

Book:Collected Works

Source: Collected Works

“As concerning faith we ought to be invincible, and more hard, if it might be, than the adamant stone; but as touching charity, we ought to be soft, and more flexible than the reed or leaf that is shaken with the wind, and ready to yield to everything.”

Ifs Hard Might Ready Wind Ought Stones Charity Yield Touching Leafs Flexible Invincible Reeds Adamant

Book:A Commentary on St. Paul's Epistle to the Galatians

Source: A Commentary on St. Paul's Epistle to the Galatians

“When anyone hurts us, my wife and I sit in our Japanese sand garden and drink iced tea. There are five stone in the garden - for sky, wind, fire, water, and earth. We sit and think of five of the nicest things we can about the person who hurt us. If he hurts us a second time, we do the same thing. The third time, we light a candle, and he is, for us, dead.”

Ifs Thinking Persons Light Earth Water Hurt Fire Five Wife Sky Wind Drink Garden Stones Thirds My Wife Tea Sand Candle Third Time Iced Tea

Author:Red Skelton

“The worst thing about depression isn't the sense that you're accentuating the negative, it's that you're seeing things the way they really are, stripped of the illusions you use every day to divert yourself from the Yawning Maw of Futility. It's the wind that blows off the snow and reveals the stone.”

Way Use Seeing Worst Wind Illusion Negative Stones Blow Snow Worst Things Futility Yawning

Author:James Lileks

“My parents were real classic rock freaks, so I heard a lot of Zeppelin, Stones, Hendrix stuff. Thankfully, they were also into lots of old soul, too, so we listened to Stevie Wonder, Earth Wind & Fire and War. I was so isolated where I grew up (a small town in Pennsylvania) that there was literally no culture.”

War Real Soul Earth Culture Stuff Parent Wonder Fire Heard Rocks Wind Grew Grew Up Stones Towns Classic Freak Isolated Small Town Pennsylvania Hendrix Zeppelins Old Soul Classic Rock

Author:Princess Superstar

“We measure our presence in generations; we cannot dig down ten thousand years and find our bones. Our arrival is scribed upon the line of history; it does not drift upon the winds of story, or float upon the shrouds of myth. We are still explorers and discoverers, seeking meaning through movement and examination. But we are coming to a time of listening. Our sweat and breath are now upon this land. Voices rise up, and we begin to hear the echoes in the stones.”

Source: A Haunting Reverence: Meditations on a Northern Land

“I have to understand the nature of change. And I cannot just work with stone or the more permanent materials. I need to work with leaves and ice and snow and mud and clay and water and the rising tide and the wind and all these.”

Needs Water Wind Materials Stones Snow Ice Permanent Rising Tides Mud Clay Ice And Snow

Author:Andy Goldsworthy

“We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”

Destiny Knowing Wind Goes On Ocean Stones Mortals Burning Goodbye Shore Metals Discovering Saying Goodbye My Destiny

Book:Still Another Day

Source: Still Another Day

“No matter what terror the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world - no flower or stone - as a single hello from a human being.”

World Humans Persons Matter Earth Bits Human Beings Sea Produce Wind Flower Stones No Matter What Complexes Terror Hello

Book:The Collected Stories of Lorrie Moore

Source: The Collected Stories of Lorrie Moore

“I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs with strips of emerald cultivation either side. Away from the cliffs was the desert. There was no sound but the wind, whirring through thorns and whistling through dead grass, and no other sign of life but a hawk, and a black beetle easing over white stones.”

Sound Sides Black White Path Wind Rivers Stones Bones Desert Grass Streams Cliffs Thorns Cultivation Hawks Chile Whistling Beetles Emeralds Signs Of Life

Book:In Patagonia

Source: In Patagonia

“Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.”

Sometimes Wind Stones Fancy Leafs Threatening Floating

Book:Book of a Thousand Days

Source: Book of a Thousand Days

“Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.”

Littles Moving Wind Stones Hot Evening Hills Sat Sand Gray Shade Mice Rabbits Hot Days

Book:Of Mice and Men

Source: Of Mice and Men

“That wind. I see it's blowing now. Furtive but commanding, it has dictated every move we've ever made. My mother felt it, and so do I - even here, even now - as it sweeps us like leaves into his backseat corner, dancing us to shreds against the stones. V'la l'bon vent, v'a l'joli vent. I though we'd silenced it for good. But the smallest thing can wake the wind@ a word, a sign, even a death. There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone again, back on the road, telling ourselves - well maybe next time”

Wells Made Moving Mother Next Felt Gone Wind Balance Cost Stones Add Dancing Corners Smallest Next Time Backseat Trivial Things Maybe Next Time

Author:Joanne Harris

“In the bleak midwinter 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 midwinter, Long ago.”

“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.”

Ifs World Heart Water Silence Air Wind Listening Cold My Heart Late Stones Breaths Lays Woods Void Ashes Trembling Bleak Bedrock

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“Since the first human eye saw a leaf in Devonian sandstone and a puzzled finger reached to touch it, sadness has lain over the heart of man. By this tenuous thread of living protoplasm, stretching backward into time, we are linked forever to lost beaches whose sands have long since hardened into stone. The stars that caught our blind amphibian stare have shifted far or vanished in their courses, but still that naked, glistening thread winds onward. No one knows the secret of its beginning or its end. Its forms are phantoms. The thread alone is real; the thread is life.”

Source: The Firmament of Time: A Library of America eBook Classic

“A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong in words, in action, in connection, in feeling; she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she enacts it as the wind fills a sail.”

Needs Feelings Action Young Turns Strong Wind Stones Connections Blue Sail Strong Women Terrified Oxygen Crave Choke Not Strong

Book:Moon Is Always Female

Source: Moon Is Always Female

“To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.”

Source: The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

“Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of the gladdest sound you know: the sound of dawn on the first day of spring break, the sound of a bottle of Coke opening, the sound of a crowd cheering in your ears because you're coming down to the last part of a race--and you're ahead. Think of the sound of water over stones in a cold stream, and the sound of wind through green trees on a late May afternoon in Central Park. Think of the sound of a bus coming into the station carrying someone you love. Then put all those together.”

Source: The Wednesday Wars

“Shadowfax tossed his head and cried aloud, as if a trumpet had summoned him to battle. Then he sprang forward. Fire flew from his feet; night rushed over him. As he fell slowly into sleep, Pippin had a strange feeling: he and Gandalf were still as stone, seated upon the statue of a running horse, while the world rolled away beneath his feet with a great noise of wind.”

Ifs World Stills Feelings Running Night Sleep Fire Feet Strange Wind Battle Stones Horse Noise Cried Statues Flew Trumpets Pippin

Book:The Lord of the Rings: One Volume

Source: The Lord of the Rings: One Volume

“Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind”

Mind Heart Night Water Tree Wind Stones Rose Bones Flesh Heart And Mind

Author:Juliet Marillier

“The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.”

Walks Journey Wind Walking Stones Cat Wander Hiking Highways Trekking Strolling Sauntering

Book:Selected poems

Source: Selected poems

“A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it's not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held with the lamp switched off; and if only once to stumble upon a stone, end up soaked in one downpour or another, mislay your keys in the grass; and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; and to keep on not knowing something important.”

Source: Monologue of a Dog

“The desert could not be claimed or owned — it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and the East ... All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.”

Children Long Country Home Names Given Pieces Wind Battle Hundred Europe Stones Distance East Our Country Desert Landscape Remove Clothings Shifting Treaties Canterbury

Author:Michael Ondaatje

“Question four: What book would you give to every child? Answer: I wouldn't give them a book. Books are part of the problem: this strange belief that a tree has nothing to say until it is murdered, its flesh pulped, and then (human) people stain this flesh with words. I would take children outside and put them face to face with chipmunks, dragonflies, tadpoles, hummingbirds, stones, rivers, trees, crawdads. That said, if you're going to force me to give them a book, it would be The Wind In The Willows, which I hope would remind them to go outside.”

“I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.”

Knows Trying Together Past Pieces Tree Wind Broken Stones Weight Code Hopeless Drag Decipher

Author:Lauren Oliver

“And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire? I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you." The wind stirred the leaves of the chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sun-warmed stone and cool water, and the sharp, musky smell of his body next to mine. "Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. "No," he said. "That's faith.”

Source: The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 1, 2, 3, and 4: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn

“Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.”

Ifs Way Running Earth Voice Share Wind Stones Weight Bees Serenity Brooks Polished Unexplained Drowsy Wind Blowing Pollen

Author:Gladys Taber

“I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.”

Needs Writing Book Hands Wind Wall Cold Stones Filled Shoes Impulse Clock Orange Ripped Alphabet

Book:The Sky Is Everywhere

Source: The Sky Is Everywhere

“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.”

Ends Done Light Eye Night House Lost Stars Dark Cities Steps Morning Streets Sweet Wind Mouths Stones Empty Breaths Breathe Awakening Hills Dawn Gray Warmth Breeze Empty Streets Trill

Author:Cesare Pavese

“Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.”

Heart Stills Hands Lying Dies Stars Black Dark Sleep Lord Sun Failing Sea Land Wind Cold Bed Moon Stones Gold Bones Lifts Withered

Book:The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

Source: The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

“Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain”

Pain Wind Source Weapons Rain Stones Roots Calm Heavy Warm Storm Dry Buried Tempest

Book:Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem

Source: Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem

“A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers." "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No." "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes--”

Writing Said Games Grows Lord Tree Century Expression Wind Stones Roots Bills Smell Lovely Forests Dry Soil Autumn Tall Carpet Wildflowers Tall Trees

Book:Bayou Moon

Source: Bayou Moon

“... He went under the stars, and the tender light of the moon, when it hung like an eyelash and the tree trunks shone like bones. He walked through wind and weather, and beneath sun-bleached skies. It seemed to Harold that he had been waiting all his life to walk. He no longer knew how far he had come, but only that he was going forward. The pale Cotswold stone became the red brick of Warwickshire, and the land flattened into middle England. Harold reached his hand to his mouth to brush away a fly, and felt a beard growing in thick tufts. Queenie would live. He knew it.”

Hands Light Stars Felt Waiting Walks Sun Growing Tree Sky Land Middle Wind Moon Mouths Red Stones England Bones Weather Thick Pale Hung Brushes Bricks Beard Trunks Eyelashes Tree Trunks

Author:Rachel Joyce

“Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away”

Night Land Wind Stones Storm Dust Helpless Feathers Ravens Embers Etching Breaking Away Dust Storms

Author:Jessica Sorensen

“For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.”

Wanted Wind Red Stones Storm Rage Ice Shakes Thunder Sleet Howling Wind

Book:George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons

Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons

“There's a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There's magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in the sea & the stars & the wind, a deep, wild magic that's as old as the world itself. It's in you too, my darling girl, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I'm sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.”

World Made Facts Girl Stars Stuff Magic Tree Sea Rocks Wind Flower Creatures Bird Rivers Stones Hills Flames Dirt Darling Frogs Sweeping Living Creatures Stardust

Author:Kate Forsyth

“A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.”

“When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a county turnpike toad. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew about the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake.”

“Winds flap the sail, tortoise and snake are silent, a great plan looms. A bridge will fly over this moat dug by heaven and be a road from north to south. We will make a stone wall against the upper river to the west and hold back steamy clouds and rain of Wu peaks. Over tall chasms will be a calm lake, and if the goddess of these mountains is not dead she will marvel at the changed world.”

Ifs World Heaven Silence Plans Changed Wind Wall Mountain Rain Rivers Stones Silent West South Calm Clouds Bridges Lakes Tall Goddess Sail Snakes Chasms Tortoises Moats Stone Walls

Book:The Poems of Mao Zedong

Source: The Poems of Mao Zedong

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