Top 45 Words Are Wind Quotes
#2. Words are wind, and the only good wind is that which fills our sails.
George R R Martin
#3. Words are wind, and the wind that blows exiles across the narrow sea seldom blows them back. That
George R R Martin
#5. Words are wind, and men will lie to get their way, as any maid could tell you.
George R R Martin
#6. Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.
George R R Martin
#9. Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds.
George R R Martin
#10. Tyrion was unimpressed. "Words are wind. Who is this bloody savior?" "A dragon." The cheesemonger saw the look on his face at that, and laughed. "A dragon with three heads.
George R R Martin
#11. Words are wind, and the wind from Manderly's mouth means no more than the wind escaping his bottom.
George R R Martin
#12. Things can change quickly in the game of thrones. Words are wind, and the wind is always blowing at the Wall.
George R R Martin
#15. Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
Homer
#16. You & I are here but the wind is everywhere. Cast no words upon it you don't wish followed back to you.
Karen Marie Moning
#17. Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.
Ovid
#18. There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.
Diane Setterfield
#19. As you see in a pair of bellows, there is a forced breath without life, so in those that are puffed up with the wind of ostentation, there may be charitable words without works.
Joseph Hall
#20. Scholars, I plead with you, Where are your dictionaries of the wind, the grasses?
Norman MacCaig
#21. Words are but wind; and learning is nothing but words; ergo, learning is nothing but wind.
Jonathan Swift
#22. We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation -rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#23. 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
#24. When people who remember her better than me talk of her, she is always described as headstrong and irresponsible, which, if you think about it, are just different words for untameable. The wind is untameable, and so are rivers, and there is something poetic in that.
Claire Wong
#25. When she talks to Tripp, something nice happens inside of her: a vibration, a thrum. It's as if a tiny wind chime is suspended inside her soul, she thinks, and his words are the wind that makes it ring.
Mary Amato
#27. Bull stares into the hazy distance as though the right words are out there somewhere and all he has to do is claim them as his own. Sometimes it gets so quiet in Gungee you can hear conversations from a hundred years ago breathing on a gust of wind.
Bill Condon
#28. What matters for the dialectician is having the wind of world history in his sails. Thinking for him means: to set the sails. It is the way they are set that matters. Words are his sails. The way they are set turns them into concepts.
Walter Benjamin
#29. Words are like leaves blowing in the wind, they're hard to hold on to; but once you have it never let go.
Kris Harte
#30. Words are as beautiful as wind horses, and sometimes as difficult to corral.
Ted Berkman
#31. Words are naught but wind, and the fairest promises like dreams that take flight with the morning.
Edouard Rene De Laboulaye
#32. When you have committed enough words to paper, you feel you have a spine stiff enough to stand up in the wind. But when you stop writing, you find that's all you are - a spine, a row of rattling vertebrae, dried out like an old quill pen.
Hilary Mantel
#33. 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
#34. Words are like feathers...can you see that? It is so easy for them to come out, and they scatter on the wind before you know it. But like feathers, our words are not easy to gather back up again. Once out of your mouth, you simply CANNOT take them all back.
Rebecca Musser
#36. 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
#38. Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.
George R R Martin
#39. Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear
King Crimson
#40. Let's put it this way: if you are a novelist, I think you start out with a 20 word idea, and you work at it and you wind up with a 200,000 word novel. We, picture-book people, or at least I, start out with 200,000 words and I reduce it to 20.
Eric Carle
#41. A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind;
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
William Shakespeare
#43. You have proved yourself, Emma," he said. "You could ride with Gwyn, if you chose." "The Wild Hunt doesn't allow women," she pointed out, the words torn from her mouth by the wind. "The more fool they," he said. "Women are fiercer by far than men.
Cassandra Clare
#45. The leaves do fad and fall away, / Berries rot and sheaves decay; / The deer is fled back to the field. / That is all your promises yield. / All wind and words, your vows, I see, / Are barren as the fruitless tree.
Lauren Willig
