Wind Of Love Quotes

#1. I want to fly from a window and pour through the air like a wind of love to raise his hair and slide into the palms of his hands.

Penelope Mortimer

#2. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

William Butler Yeats

#3. With the wind of love, let your heart dance like a flower.

Debasish Mridha

#4. Let us be the wind of love that touches every heart and blows away all of the misery and sadness.

Debasish Mridha

#5. Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian's mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.

Melina Marchetta

#6. beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said
"Every tale of a love
can only be a tale of ghosts that linger
in these spaces we
can never hold," - as the wind
gave echo

John Daniel Thieme

#7. After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.

Emily Dickinson

#8. I love this world, even as I hear the great wind of leaving it rising, for there is a grainy taste I prefer to every idea of heaven: human friendship.

Rumi

#9. My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart,
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

Dorothy Parker

#10. The more we wait, the more everything and everyone looks like a grain of sand escaping between our fingers before vanishing into the wind.

Fabio Moon

#11. O God, when my faith gets overladen with dust, blow it clean with the wind of your Spirit. When my habits of obedience get stiff and rusty, anoint them with the oil of your Spirit. Restore the enthusiasm of my first love for you.

Eugene H. Peterson

#12. There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.

Bryan Procter

#13. She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd of the seasons, and though formed in men's image is a figure of doom.

Djuna Barnes

#14. There are two of my favorite books, 'The Great Gatsby' and 'Gone With The Wind', that were made into movies. And I love those movies as much as I love the books. That's really rare.

Tatiana De Rosnay

#15. It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea
It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.

Sara Teasdale

#16. I close my eyes, knowing that afterward we will fall asleep together on our small mattress, as we do every night, listening to the wind in the palm trees outside our window, believing in our thick dreams that we are capable of nothing cruel.

Andrew Porter

#17. You can love infinity, eternity, Scotty dogs, sports, work, play, the feelings of being alive, the earth, the sky, the fire, the wind ... there's a lot you can love.

Frederick Lenz

#18. Look at the magnificence of love,
At this heavenly dusk,
Wind is singing the song of joy,
The sun is kissing the ocean.
Saying goodbye for the night
Promising to wake her up
At the dawn of life,
With the touch of his warmth
and light.

Debasish Mridha

#19. How quiet the woods are today... not a murmur except that soft wind putting in the treetops! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore. How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend!

L.M. Montgomery

#20. It's hard to get fluffed up about love anymore. I've lived it. I try to avoid it. If I'm extremely fond of a woman, if I think I might really wind up walking down the aisle again ... I go in another direction.

Phil Everly

#21. My life had become a puzzle - its pieces scattered about like paper in the wind, with no one there to chase them but me.

Meredith T. Taylor

#22. How I want to see the mountains, rivers, sunshine, and ruined fortresses! Let the wind course over us until we become beautiful

Mian Mian

#23. Love is no hot-house flower,
but a wild plant, born of a wet night,
born of an hour of sunshine; sprung
from wild seed, blown along the road
by a
wild wind.

John Galsworthy

#24. When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books of voyage and travel.

Charles Dickens

#25. I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.

Evel Knievel

#26. we love the way Jesus loves, good things will happen all in good time; if we try to force God's hand, we will only wind up with a lot of frustration and disappointment.

Bill Searcey

#27. Like an echo in the wind, love had come to him a second time and he was more than grateful it had. It meant risking again the loss of the woman he loved, but there was no help for it. He could not live without her.

Regan Walker

#28. And now I am the way she walks, and now I am the way he smiles. I am the wind that blows and now I am the sun that shines. I am the laughter in your voice, I am the sadness of your soul. And now I am the careless wind and now I flow like the lost river.

Preeti Bhonsle

#29. But the next morning, while night owls slept, I climbed trembling to her cubicle and woke her, weeping aloud with a crazed love that lasted until it was carried away without mercy by the violent wind of real life.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#30. love and distance can be compared to fire and air. If the fire is like that of a candle a simple puff of ordinary air will extinguish it: but if the fire is a raging wildfire, then the wind will only fuel it to grow stronger.

Santana Blair

#31. My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no hope, in life beyond her; and if you oppose me in this great stake, you take my peace and happiness in your hands, and cast them to the wind.

Charles Dickens

#32. And so it was I entered the broken world
To trace the visionary company of love, its voice
An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.

Hart Crane

#33. I felt today when the night melted away into a flowering bush and the wind smelled of strawberries and without love one is only a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it and one might as well die

Erich Maria Remarque

#34. I've always been in love with Howard McGillen's voice, ever since I got wind of him.

Christine Ebersole

#35. Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire,
With your harmonious choir
Encircle her I love and sing her into peace,
That my old care may cease ...

William Butler Yeats

#36. What I Cannot Say
only this
I was looking
for evidence of unconditional love,
but what I found was you.
standing on the ferry deck
your dark hair a fury in the wind
Are you lost to me?

Elissa Janine Hoole

#37. Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

John Geddes

#38. Some love comes like the wind off the sea, while others grow slowly from the seeds of friendship and kindness. - Carline

Raymond E. Feist

#39. If a tiny spark of God's love already burns within you, do not expose it to the wind, for it may get blown out ... Stay quiet with God. Do not spend your time in useless chatter ... Do not give yourself to others so completely that you have nothing left for yourself.

Carlo Borromeo

#40. I can't give you the moon," the tinker said. "She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

Patrick Rothfuss

#41. I love performing outside because it's as if the heavens are open and the elements become part of the stage show as well - you know, the wind and the rain and the thunder. It's almost as if there's a sense of invocation in performance.

Florence Welch

#42. My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you.

Penelope Williamson

#43. I'm a huge gamer! I love playing 'World of Warcraft.' It helps me wind down and escape reality for a few.

Agnes Bruckner

#44. I wish I were not quite so lonely - and so poor. And yet I love both my loneliness and my poverty. The former makes me appreciate the companionship of the wind and rain, while the latter preserves my liver and prevents me wasting time in dancing attendance upon women.

Algernon Blackwood

#45. Until I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;
Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,
Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.

Sara Teasdale

#46. The love had grown cold, and in the night he heard it whistling through the chambers of his heart like a lost and gently crying wind.

William Peter Blatty

#47. with a dream ,we sailed on a peaceful journey throwing caution to the wind,
like love travelling the senses,
surrendered to a piece of blond moon

Marianthi Devaki

#48. They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

Margaret Mitchell

#49. Life on the blue part of the globe for eight years had suited me - the wild open spaces, the bliss of buoyancy, the volatile, soul-powered wind. Sailing had struck a nerve both primal and poetic. On and near the ocean life made sense, It made every sense work.

Kaci Cronkhite

#50. For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.

Eduardo Galeano

#51. You've slipped away like a fistful of sand. You've vanished so quickly like a wind. Do you know how I long to hold you love of my life.

Euginia Herlihy

#52. A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.

Katherine Anne Porter

#53. Wisdom, health, life and love cannot be found in trying to control the wind, but rather in harnessing the wind in the sails of receptive engagement of the present moment.

Martin Laird

#54. She persisted when I resisted. And thank God for that. Because the number of storms I needed to go through before appreciating the way the wind whipped through her hair was one to many. Now, I'd move mountains to make her mine. Rain or shine.

J. Raymond

#55. Long since, the desert wind wiped away our footprints in the sand. But at every second of my existence, I remember what happened, and you still walk in my dreams and in my reality. Thank you for having crossed my path.

Paulo Coelho

#56. And even if Amina didn't yet know what it was to love like that, to burn until your spine has no choice but to try to wind itself around an empty shirt, she understood for sure that the people who said it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all were a bunch of dicks.

Mira Jacob

#57. We love the kindly wind and hail, The jolly thunderbolt, We watch in glee the fairy trail Of ampere, watt, and volt.

Ogden Nash

#58. There is no music, just the sound of the wind and the leaves it touches. But hopefully that'll be music enough, for you.

Pleasefindthis

#59. I love to soar in the boundless sky. In the vast emptiness of the blue, my soul rejoices listening to the soundless music of the wind.

Banani Ray

#60. His touch comforted her because for a moment there, she would've actually drifted away in the stale evening wind of Saint County.

A.A. Gupte

#61. Time was the invention of men who would confine the ocean and bottle the wind.
Eternity is too short to fulfill the promise of love my sould holds for you.

Kassandra Sims

#62. You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible.
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival.

Leonard Cohen

#63. Castleford looked up lazily. He turned his gaze on Summerhays. "What is wrong with him, to get him all puffed up like he holds a bad wind that needs farting?" "Fate. Passion. The stupidity of life." Castleford drank some coffee. "In other words, he has fallen in love.

Madeline Hunter

#64. What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms ... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

George R R Martin

#65. In honor of October, really just hours away now ...
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.

Minna Thomas Antrim

#66. I love rainstorms...the thunder, lightning, wind, all of it. So much going on at once, so many emotions...just like me.

April Mae Monterrosa

#67. When you're late in a fairy tale, people wind up dead. And not true-love's-kiss, glass-coffin-nap-time dead. Really dead, the kind of dead you don't recover from.

Seanan McGuire

#68. Love is like a cherry blossoms ... they bloom at the first promise of the spring, they beautify even and the most grey landscape, they scatter at the first gust of the wind ...
But as they hold, when you look at them, you steal a little vew of paradise ...

Georgia Kakalopoulou

#69. He honestly believed, for an instant, that what he'd heard was music-a tune piped, a burble of notes, a little scrap of melody floating by on wind and breaking his heart.

Anne Tyler

#70. I love the sound of the wind in the trees and the song of the birds and the shuffle in the leaves of my many woodland friends.

Jason Mraz

#71. Your words and deeds are seeds, scattered in the wind ... the seeds are light or darkness ... they'll break apart or mend ... Sow light instead of gloom. Sow faith instead of doubt. Sow truth and love, and hope, and peace. Sow light and darkness rout.

Colleen Luntzel

#72. She spoke to him of her problems, and that made him forget his own. She told him that he was intelligent, thoughtful, becoming, and deeply magnetic - everything he wanted so badly for her to see in him. Attention is the greatest gift when you're too afraid to pay it to yourself, the wind ruminates.

Samuel Armen

#73. Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that can happen. But that's a lie. The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.

Tammara Webber

#74. The best I can manage is to pretend that I don't notice him - which is like saying I have never once noticed the sky, or the itchy feel of grass against my legs, or the pelt of wind through an open car window. He's something you just have to notice - there's no overlooking about it

Holly Schindler

#75. When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind - they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful.

A.M. Hudson

#76. I will dance a little. I will move with the wind. I will give my body to my love and celebrate that we have substance beyond the idea of ourselves. We can move. We can touch. This is my physical exclamation point. This is how I can awaken my mind to the possibilities in the day.

Mary Anne Radmacher

#77. Into the wind we vary,
Our hearts free of youth,
Mold me into envy,
If I can't have your muse;
Under toe,
Walk to the throne,
After centuries of life.

Adrianna Stepiano

#78. A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

Kahlil Gibran

#79. EXPRESSIONS Look without! Behold the beauty of the day, The shout of color to glad color, rocks and trees, and sun and seas, and wind and sky: All these are God's expression, art work of His hand, which men must love ere they can understand.

Richard Hovey

#80. Swirling around my ears, the wind and I whooping at the sea, picking up speed, breathing it all in. An act of loving life.

Laurie Nadel

#81. I stick to playing Brahms, but I love listening to Led Zeppelin, and I've also been a big fan of Earth Wind and Fire since the Seventies and of The Gap Band since the Eighties.

Condoleezza Rice

#82. Bridget's voice floated out from the kitchen. Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart, Cold are the drops of rain; The very first love that ever I had In greenwood he was slain. I'll do as much for my sweetheart As any young woman may; I'll sit and mourn at his graveside A twelve-month and a day.

Cassandra Clare

#83. If my comrades are not destined to rule the world, then away with it! A shower of atom bombs upon it and in place of its meaningsless chatter about 'love' and 'peace' the voice of the howling wind over its ruins.

Savitri Devi

#84. The passion for the story is the wind in your narrative sails. Begin at the heart. We must hear the heartbeat of the story. Love your characters into existence.

Patricia Lee Gauch

#85. And so we are seeds of love, scattered across the world, from the hands of the wind.

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#86. Once the seed of love peneterates deep down and takes its root, it cannot be blown away, even by the immortal gusts of wind!

Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal

#87. If we read the Word and do not pray, we may become puffed up with knowledge, without the love that buildeth up. If we pray without reading the Word, we shall be ignorant of the mind and will of God, and become mystical and fanatical, and liable to be blown about by every wind of doctrine.

D.L. Moody

#88. There is no hell or heaven for those who are in love, love is pure form of human beings, love is the wind which touches your heart when you are in pain.

Santosh Kalwar

#89. The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed,
And my head, worn out with love, at rest
In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Ted Hughes

#90. Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

L.M. Montgomery

#91. Love is the colour of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture - dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound - wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm - the tango, obviously.

Chloe Thurlow

#92. But, in the end, even a song that's as politically bland as Blowin in the Wind, you probably wouldn't get up and sing that now, whereas some of Bob Dylan's love songs that were contemporary with that, like say Girl from the North Country, you can still get up an play now.

Billy Bragg

#93. When you're constantly thinking of others and what they must be thinking or feeling or expecting, you wind up in this perpetual state of trying to please them. You see yourself through their eyes and you lose sight of who you are.

Michael Soll

#94. I am not the Juliet to his Romeo.
I am not the lodestar around which he orbits.
I am not the trade wind by which he sets the course of his sails.
I am not essential or exceptional.

I was his Monday girl.
Shitty, really, since he was my whole damn week.

Julie Johnson

#95. Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day ...

John Geddes

#96. Elijah hiccupped and gave her a smile back. It was probably wind but that didn't matter. 'You are absolutely beautiful.' She kissed his head and breathed in the distinctive baby-scent. It was the smell of life and love and it made her ache.

Emma Jackson

#97. The moods of love are like the wind,
And none knows whence or why they rise.

Coventry Patmore

#98. Love hurts. Love is fragile. Love comes like a breath of magic, then departs leaving us feeling empty, alone, a paper cup blowing on the wind.

Chloe Thurlow

#99. A wind starts to blow, without feelings,
A song falls in love, without singing,
A life will begin in melodies of the strings,
May you find all pleasure of the light,
God bless, Warrior of Light!

Santosh Kalwar

#100. History will never change because of politics or conquests or theories or wars; that's mere repitition, it's been going on since the beginning of time. History will only change when we are able to use the energy of love, just as we use energy of the wind, the seas, the atom.

Paulo Coelho