Best wind & eye Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“There's no one I trust in show business more than Sabrina Wind. She's my eyes and ears when I can't be there. She weighs in on everything, from scripts to sets to advertising.”

I Can Shows Eye Wind Ears Scripts Advertising Show Business Sabrina

Author:Marc Cherry

“Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them.”

Source: The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators

“The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away in a gust of wind.”

Years Eye White Tree Wind Blind Hollow Owl Carried Away Old Trees

Book:Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works

Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works

“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.”

Eye Land Cry Tears Wind Bird West Warm Hills Brown April Daffodil

Book:The Poems and Plays of John Masefield: Poems

Source: The Poems and Plays of John Masefield: Poems

“The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their spoken language mostly too faint for the ears.”

Mind Humans Eye Language Stars Difficult Written Air Wind Ears Clouds Substance Human Mind Human Eyes Written Language Spoken Language

Book:The Wilderness Journeys

Source: The Wilderness Journeys

“May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God's dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.”

May Eye Night Sides Watches Sun Dog Wind Bears Rain Blue Miles Over You Trails Fourteen Owl Reverie Lonesome Dazzle Ridges Campfire Rattlesnakes Potholes

Author:Edward Abbey

“My monumental netted sculptural environments move through time, animated by an ever-changing 'wind choreography,' making invisible air currents suddenly visible to the human eye. I make living, breathing pieces that respond to the forces of nature - wind, light, water.”

Humans Light Eye Moving Force Water Environment Pieces Air Movement Wind Currents Invisible Breathing Visible Animated Rough Times Choreography Forces Of Nature Human Eyes

Author:Janet Echelman

“Every time I look at it, It looks back at me I love the sea, its waters are blue And the sky is too And the sea is very dear to me If when I grow up and the sea is still there Then I’ll open my eyes and smell the fresh air Because the sea is very dear to me The sea is very calm and that’s why I like it there The sand is brand new and the wind blows in my hair And the sea is very dear to me.”

Ifs Looks Stills Eye Grows Water Growing Up Air Sea Sky Wind Hair Blue Calm Dear Blow Smell Brands Sand Brand New Fresh Air

Book:This Star Won't Go Out: The Life and Words of Esther Grace Earl

Source: This Star Won't Go Out: The Life and Words of Esther Grace Earl

“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. I loved light ever, light in eye and brain No tapers mirrored in long palace floors, Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles, But just the common dusty wind-blown day That roofs earth's millions.”

Long Light Eye Earth Common Brain Millions Wind Drink Window Let Me Silent Depth Wide Dedicated Roof Palaces Aisle

Book:Artemis to Actaeon and More: Selected Verse

Source: Artemis to Actaeon and More: Selected Verse

“Oh, my soul! why art thou so often disquieted within thee? How is it that thou hast so little faith? Wilt thou never learn that Jesus has even the least of His little boats always under His watchful eye, and all the winds and the waves obey Him?”

Littles Art Soul Eye Jesus Wind Wave Boat My Soul Thee Little Faith

Author:Theodore L. Cuyler

“This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.”

Has Beens Light Eye Night House Black Darkness Sea Sky Fields Wind Window Mad Rose Woods Hills Wet Orange Lenses Blades All Night Luminous New Places Emeralds Flexing Floundering

Book:The Hawk in the Rain

Source: The Hawk in the Rain

“I lost my eyes In east wind skies Here's where I've cried Where I've tried Where God and the Tendaberry rise Where Quakers and revolutionaries Join for life”

Eye Lost Sky Wind East Revolutionary Cried Quaker

Author:Laura Nyro

“You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from overkill... Choose whether to laugh or to cry. Menace and promise mingle in your eye. Wait, it's only a matter of time. You know everything will be fine... Rain falls down and the seas run high. When you're by my side we can rise above it. Let me dry all the tears inside. On your way you cannot hide from the howling wind and the roaring tide. You might get hurt but your fears will subside when you at last escape from the tears inside.”

“The source of each accordant strain Lies deeper than the Poet's brain. First from the people's heart must spring The passions which he learns to sing; They are the wind, the harp is he, To voice their fitful melody,-- The language of their varying fate, Their pride, grief, love, ambition, hate,-- The talisman which holds inwrought The touchstone of the listener's thought; That penetrates each vain disguise, And brings his secret to his eyes.”

Source: The Poems

“... except in the eyes of a few fanatics (untrustworthy as all lovers) an unmitigated expanse of water is dull even when blue: not in a small boat, where you are part of the winds and currents and tides and are allowed to hold the tiller now and then; but from those decks which the shipping companies with subconscious insight try to make as suburban as possible so that the impact of the monster outside may be lessened, and where the unrecognized boredom is so deep that a wispy smear of smoke on the horizon will queue up a crowd as if for a Valkyrie passing.”

“God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roaring seas and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread baking, of a child's smile, of dust motes in the sun. He is who He is, and always shall be. Look around you now. He is speaking always and everywhere. His personality can be seen and known and leaned upon. The sun is belching flares while mountains scrape our sky while ants are milking aphids on their colonial leaves and dolphins are laughing in the surf and wheat is rippling and wind is whipping and a boy is looking into the eyes of a girl and mortals are dying.”

Source: Death by Living: Life Is Meant to Be Spent

“The winds were blowing from west to east, pushing Abby's boat toward the rocks as Abby struggled with the autopilots below. If Wild Eyes reached those islands, she wouldn't run aground, keel in the sand. She would be smashed into pieces.”

Ifs Would Be Eye Running Pieces Rocks Wind West East Boat Islands Sand Pushing Abby Keel Autopilot Wild Eyes

Book:Unsinkable: A Young Woman's Courageous Battle on the High Seas

Source: Unsinkable: A Young Woman's Courageous Battle on the High Seas

“O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength--a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.”

Kind Eye Dies Fall Wind Flower Breaths Dare All Kinds March Pale Crowns Violet Incidents Lilies Maids Wagons Malady Unmarried Daffodil

Author:William Shakespeare

“Man hurries, God does not. That is why man's works are uncertain and maimed, while God's are flawless and sure. My eyes welling with tears, I vowed never to transgress this eternal law again. Like a tree I would be blasted by wind, struck by sun and rain, and would wait with confidence; the long-desired hour of flowering and fruit would come.”

Men Long Doe Would Be Eye Law Waiting Hours Sun Tree Tears Wind Eternal Rain Fruit Uncertain Flowering Flawless Sun And Rain

Book:Report to Greco

Source: Report to Greco

“I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close.”

Source: The Pickwick Papers

“Lord Byron is an exceedingly interesting person, and as such is it not to be regretted that he is a slave to the vilest and most vulgar prejudices, and as mad as the winds? There have been many definitions of beauty in art. What is it? Beauty is what the untrained eyes consider abominable.”

Persons Has Beens Art Eye Interesting Beauty Lord Wind Prejudice Mad Slave Definitions Vulgar Byron Definition Of Beauty

Author:Edmond de Goncourt

“The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart.”

Eye Wind Hair Arms Rounds Lips Breasts Cheeks Pale Unbound Sidhe

Book:The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

“In my day a reporter who took an assignment was wholly on his own until he got back to the office, and even then he was little molested until his copy was turned in at the desk; today he tends to become only a homunculus at the end of a telephone wire, and the reduction of his observations to prose is commonly farmed out to literary castrati who never leave the office, and hence never feel the wind of the world in their faces or see anything with their own eyes.”

World Feels Littles Ends Eye Today Faces Wind Office Observation Journalism Prose Copies Desks Reporters Telephones Wire Reduction Assignments

Author:H. L. Mencken

“Reason can no more influence the will, and operate as a motive, than the eyes which show a man his road can enable him to move from place to place, or that a ship provided with a compass can sail without a wind.”

Men Reason Shows Eye Moving Influence Wind Ships Motive Sail Compass

Author:Richard Whately

“Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.”

Eye Wind Blow Vices Spread Dust Wander

Book:William Shakespeare: The Complete Works

Source: William Shakespeare: The Complete Works

“The cultural influences in our country are like the floo floo bird. I am referring to the peculiar and especial bird who always flew backward. To keep the wind out of its eyes? No. Just because it didn't give a darn where it was going, but just had to see where it had been.”

Giving Country Eye Past Influence Wind Bird Our Country Peculiar Flew Referring

Book:Frank Lloyd Wright Collected Writings: 1931-1939

Source: Frank Lloyd Wright Collected Writings: 1931-1939

“Alas! In vain historians pry and probe: The same wind blows, and in the same live robe Truth bends her head to fingers curved cupwise; And with a woman's smile and a child's care Examines something she is holding there Concealed by her own shoulder from our eyes.”

Children Eye Truth Care Wind Truth Is Fingers Blow Shoulders Vain Historian Alas Concealed Robes

Book:The Gift

Source: The Gift

“Beauty is in the strangest places. A piece of garbage floating in the wind. And that beauty exists in America. It exists everywhere. You have to develop an eye for it and be able to see it.”

Eye Able America Pieces Wind Floating Garbage

Author:Alan Ball

“Keep your eyes on the horizon and your nose to the wind.”

Eye Wind Noses Horizon

Author:Clint Eastwood

“To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils.”

Giving Looks Hands Eye Running Voice Born Audience Laughing Cry Color Brother Wind Hair Ears Praise Notes Legs Range Tone My Brother My Sister Smooth Damp Praise God Thank You God Daffodil

Book:DAYBREAK

Source: DAYBREAK

“You wind up creating from silence, like painting a picture on a blank canvas that could bring tears to somebody's eyes. As songwriters, our blank canvas is silence. Then we write a song from an idea that can change somebody's life. Songwriting is the closest thing to magic that we could ever experience. That's why I love songwriting.”

Writing Ideas Eye Song Silence Magic Tears Painting Wind Creating Songwriting Closest Blank Songwriters Canvas Singer Songwriters Blank Canvas Painting A Picture

Author:Rodney Atkins

“What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.”

Men Love Heart Soul Light Motivational Eye Stars Love Is Liberty Air Wind Clouds Lungs 4th Of July Freedom And Liberty Average Man Lovely Eyes Lovers Eyes Real Eyes

Book:The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll

Source: The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll

“I also find the desert a wonderful metaphor for desolation and yet the exact counterpart of the ocean with its hidden depths. Both are vast, harsh, implacable, homogenous to the untrained eye, and beautiful. Bothallow the wind to roam on the surface. And both serve as wonderful vehicles for human survival stories.”

Humans Stories Eye Beautiful Wonderful Wind Ocean Survival Depth Metaphor Surface Desert Vehicle Harsh Desolation Counterparts

Author:Vera Nazarian

“Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud and the furies fight; Spice it with love and stir it with care, And I'll toast our bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.”

Eye Care Night Fighting Wind Fairs Winter Cups Loud Fury Spices January Toasts Howl Sweetheart Bright Eyes My Sweetheart

Author:Minna Antrim

“There are many marvellous stories told of Pherecydes. For it is said that he was walking along the seashore at Samos, and that seeing a ship sailing by with a fair wind, he said that it would soon sink; and presently it sank before his eyes. At another time he was drinking some water which had been drawn up out of a well, and he foretold that within three days there would be an earthquake; and there was one.”

Wells Said Stories Would Be Eye Three Water Seeing Wind Walking Fairs Drinking Ships His Eyes Sailing Earthquakes Marvellous Another Time Seashore

Author:Diogenes Laertius

“May you find in the nectar of life, the sweetness of hope in your heart, feel the comfort of song birds in your soul, the grace of new wind in your wings. Color you sprirt with rainbows and shower gold dust in your hair. Time heals. Life renews. Dreams take flight agian. close you eyes and drink it all in.”

Feels Heart May Soul Dream Eye Song Grace Color Wind Hair Drink Comfort Bird Gold Wings Heal Flight Dust Your Soul Rainbow Showers Sweetness Nectar Time Heals Gold Dust

Author:Laurel Burch

“As a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth, hard surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so the stream of beauty passes back into its possessor through his eyes, which is its natural route to the soul; arriving there and setting him all aflutter, it waters the passages of the feathers and causes the wings to grow, and fills the soul of the loved one in his turn with love.”

Soul Hard Eye Turns Grows Causes Water Natural Wind Source Return Breaths Wings Surface Setting Settings Streams His Eyes Passages Loved Ones Echoes Smooth Routes Feathers Arriving Rebound

Author:Plato

“America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.”

People Ifs Bigs Eye America Literature Sound White Stupid Wind Quiet Fortunate Complacency Hurricanes Protestants Serene

Author:Norman Mailer

“Actresses can get outrageously precious about the way they look. That's not what life's about. If you starve yourself to the point where your brain cells shrivel, you will never do good work. And if you're overly conscious of your arms flapping in the wind, how can you look the other actor in the eye to respond to them?”

Ifs Way Looks Eye Actors Acting Brain Wind Arms Conscious Actresses Cells Good Work Brain Cells Flapping

Author:Cate Blanchett

“An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again. She seemed that good, that perfect, while a summer wind blew through the trees.”

Has Beens Hands Eye Next Perfect Taken Tree Wind Mets Summer Ordinary Breaths Forgotten Notebook Emeralds Summer Wind

Author:Nicholas Sparks

“blessing the boats (at saint mary’s) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that”

May Eye Faces Certain Turns Understanding Water Forever Wind Blessing Kissing Lips Saint Boat Innocence Tides Mary Sail Entering

Book:Quilting: poems, 1987-1990

Source: Quilting: poems, 1987-1990

“You had every right to be. He raised his eyes to look at her and she was suddenly and strangely reminded of being four years old at the beach, crying when the wind came up and blew away the castle she had made. Her mother had told her she could make another one if she liked, but it hadn't stopped her crying because what she had thought was permanent was not permanent after all, but only made out of sand that vanished at the touch of wind and water.”

Ifs Years Looks Made Eye Mother Water Four Cry Wind Raised Beach Permanent His Eyes Sand Four Years Castles

Book:Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels

Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels

“I have seen something like it happen in battle. A man was coming at me, I at him, to kill. Then came a sudden great gust of wind that wrapped out cloaks over our swords and almost over our eyes, so that we could do nothing to one another but must fight the wind itself. And that ridiculous contention, so foreign to the business we were on, set us both laughing, face to face - friends for a moment - and then at once enemies again and forever.”

Men Moments Happens Eye Faces Fighting Enemy Laughing Forever Wind Battle Ridiculous Face To Face Cloaks Contention Almost Over

Author:C. S. Lewis

“A beautiful and binding morning The world outside begins to breathe See clouds arriving without warning I need you here to shelter me. If I could make these moments endless If I could stop the winds of change If we just keep our eyes wide open Then everything would stay the same And I know that only time will tell me how We'll carry on without each other So keep me awake for every moment Give us more time to be this way We can't stay like this forever But I can have you next to me today”

“He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.”

Reality Eye Sleep Creativity Wind All Things Warm Boundaries His Eyes Dusk

Book:The Inheritance Cycle Complete Collection: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, Inheritance

Source: The Inheritance Cycle Complete Collection: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, Inheritance

“you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered”

Ifs Believe Littles Said Body Hands Eye Beautiful Girl Forever Alive Air Wind Flower Spring Rain Moved Fingers Busy Breasts Touched Too Busy Trembling

Book:Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

Source: Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

“Everything is connected. The wing of the corn beetle affects the direction of the wind, the way the sand drifts, the way the light reflects into the eye of man beholding his reality. All is part of totality, and in this totality man finds his hozro, his way of walking in harmony, with beauty all around him.”

Men Way Reality Light Eye Wind Walking Harmony Wings Connected Sand Corn Totality Connectedness Beetles

Author:Tony Hillerman

“February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows through, With sudden cries the wind is pitted, The more haphazard, the more true The poetry that sobs its heart out.”

Writing Heart Shows Eye Earth Fall Black Race Tree Sadness Cry Tears Wind Six Spring Grieving Dry Wheels Bells Wet Shed Ink Falling Down Blackness February Puddles Pears Charcoal Haphazard Slush

Author:Boris Pasternak

“She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly warning him away from the sunken wreck he had a dream of raising; and looked at him with eyes which assuredly, in association with her patient face, her fragile figure, her spare dress, and the wind and rain, did not turn him from his purpose of helping her.”

Source: The Complete Works of Charles Dickens (in 30 Volumes, Illustrated): Little Dorrit

“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

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