Wind River Sayings

#1. I'll find my way back to you, Brooke Sommerfield. As sure as the sun is gonna rise in the mornin', I'll find you, I whisper into the wind. - River

Laura Miller

#2. I had the Big Horn river explored from Wind River mountain to my place of embarkation.

William Henry Ashley

#3. Birds make music, river reeds in wind make music. Babies make music. God would not forbid something that is the sharia of innocent creatures.

G. Willow Wilson

#4. I have felt something in the garden I discovered. I have felt the presence of something other. And now, standing in the dark, with a salt wind blowing up from the invisible sea, from the remembered beloved river ...

Helen Humphreys

#5. Do you know the moment I laid my eyes on you, I felt the wind knock out of me, like someone just gut-punched me. I

River Savage

#6. Then the light changed the water, until all about them the woods in the rising wind seemed to grow taller and blow inward together and suddenly turn dark. The rain struck heavily. A huge tail seemed to lash through the air and the river broke in a wound of silver.

Eudora Welty

#7. Tree roots hold river banks together and stop the wind blowing soil away, there are many creatures that live in woods and they provide a sense of well-being and look nice.

Clive Anderson

#8. How like fish we are: ready, nay eager, to seize upon whatever new thing some wind of circumstance shakes down upon the river of time! And how we rue our haste, finding the gilded morsel to contain a hook!

Aldo Leopold

#9. The moon glows on the river, wind rustles the pines.
Long night clear evening
what are they for?

Akinari Ueda

#10. And he misses her
Like a wind starved sail
He sits knowing what direction to go
But the current keeps pulling him
Down river.

Rumi

#11. For, like the wind, the sun, or the flowing river, like a soaring man-of-war or a beetle under a stone, like a spider at a web or a crab scuttling sideways across a shore, Nimrod was free.

Andrea Levy

#12. They've never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any river or brook. The last time I drove to Washington the traffic was so bad that I could have made better time with a horse.

Madeleine L'Engle

#13. Under his spurning feet, the road
Like an arrowly alpine river flowed
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind ...

Thomas Buchanan Read

#14. We guard the edge of the world," Dawnstripe told him. "The other Clans sit cozy in their marshes and woods, fed by the river and sheltered by our moor. They never know the true taste of the wind or the scent of first snow. There's no Clan cat faster or more nimble than a WindClan cat.

Erin Hunter

#15. And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!" "By it and with it and on it and in it," said the Rat. . . . "It's my world, and I don't want any other. What it hasn't got is not worth having, and what it doesn't know is not worth knowing." - KENNETH GRAHAME, The Wind in the Willows

Kevin Fedarko

#16. There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks, the river, the trees, and the entire jungle.

Henryk Sienkiewicz

#17. The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.

Joseph Conrad

#18. The words of the scholar are to be understood. The words of the master are not to be understood. They are to be listened to as one listens to the wind in the trees and the sound of the river and the song of the bird. They will awaken something within the heart that is beyond all knowledge.

Anthony De Mello

#19. The moon twangs its silver strings;
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars.

George Elliott Clarke

#20. If you have to fall, fall like a dry leaf, follow the wind, drop on the river; you will meet the ocean and your life will never ne the same.

Marcus L. Lukusa

#21. Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills of Alabama, sits high on these hills, my home town, Florence.

William Christopher Handy

#22. Like two eagles soar as one upon the river of the wind with the promise of forever, we will take the past and learn how to begin.

Pocahontas

#23. bells. "I accept your kind invitation," Zelikman said. "My services as a physician ought just to offset my fare." The elephant gave a low moan, startling them, and a moment later they heard a faint trill, carried on the wind from off the river, and then another. "Trumpets," the nephew said.

Michael Chabon

#24. Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I

Ally Condie

#25. Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.

Philip James Bailey

#26. The river is constantly turning and bending and you never know where it's going to go and where you'll wind up. Following the bend in the river and staying on your own path means that you are on the right track. Don't let anyone deter you from that.

Eartha Kitt

#27. Most of [her ashes] fell into the river in a long gray curtain. But some was caught by the wind and blown upward toward the blue spring sky where it swirled a moment in the air, before dissolving into sunlight.

Kimberly Cutter

#28. I'm coming back for you Calypso," he said to the night wind. "I swear on the river Styx.

Rick Riordan

#29. Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.
Water, river, stone and sun
Wind over hill, under tree.
Past the border none can see.
Climbing into dark for you,
Will you climb in stars for me?
P.124

Ally Condie

#30. Today was not a day for the sounds of life. Today was for the hollow wind rustling branches, for the rushing of a half-frozen river, for the crunch of snow under her boots.

Sarah J. Maas

#31. 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

#32. A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
Two gulls drift slowly up the river.
Vulnerable while they ride the wind,
they coast and glide with ease.
Dew is heavy on the grass below,
the spider's web is ready.
Heaven's ways include the human:
among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

Du Fu

#33. But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.

Charles Dickens

#34. It is always easy to flow with the river and to run with the wind! But glory and honour are often not found in easy things!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#35. Moments have fallen from your eyes, like tears written in the wind. There, on the river of knowledge, where you live from your memories.

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#36. The sky's inclemency stirs up the angry winds;
the watery clouds are soaking with ceaseless rain.
The turbulent Vltava, swollen with rainy waves,
Bursting, impetuous, breaks through its river banks.

Elizabeth Jane Weston

#37. Tan Chau lies on the Thanh Hoa canal, which sings with freedom as it flows into the Mekong River on its way to the sea. Only the wind and the water, which you cannot imprison, are truly free.

James D. Redwood

#38. When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#39. The river flows to the sea, whatever the wind says about it

Naomi Novik

#40. Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds or the music of water written in river-lines?

John Muir

#41. Had Howe pressed on the afternoon of the 27th, the British victory could have been total. Or had the wind turned earlier, and the British navy moved into the East River, the war and the chances of an independent United States of America could have been long delayed, or even ended there and then.

David McCullough

#42. To the white people, among whom I helplessly number myself, life is a very long and high set of stairs, but to my mother life was a river, a slow and stately wind across the sky, an endless sea of grass.

Jim Harrison

#43. if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.

William Shakespeare

#44. You see, Jarret?" she said softly. "It can't work. We want different things. You want to follow the wind where it leads, and I want to dig my roots deep. You're a river, and I'm a tree. The tree can never follow the river, and the river can never stay with the tree.

Sabrina Jeffries

#45. No sound here but the river lapping hungry at the edge of the forest, the sigh of the wind in the leaves and the rasping drone of insects.

Caitlin R. Kiernan

#46. Only as the written text began to speak would the voices of the forest, and of the river, begin to fade. And only then would language loosen its ancient association with the invisible breath, the spirit sever itself from the wind, the psyche dissociate itself from the environing air.

David Abram

#47. Do not cast your boat on a river of tears, cried the tearing wind. Small hands are still, be still. She knelt then lay on her side, clutching a key, accepting kindness of endless sleep.

Patti Smith

#48. The wind fluttering the pennants atop the outer keep and teasing Berenice's hair carried the loamy smell of damp earth, the fresh scent of the river, and, even now, a ghostly chemical astringency. The miasma wafted from the battlefield.

Ian Tregillis

#49. As she ran her gown rustled softly like the wind in the flowering borders of a river.

J.R.R. Tolkien