The only ship you can truly steer in this ocean is the one you're sailing. Quit trying to alter the winds; harness them.
The heart has a yearning for the unknown, a longing to penetrate the deep shadow and the winding glade, where, as it seems, no human foot has been.
As long as I can be with you, even my digital heart will start to throb. Like a quantum wind, my heart will start to sway.
Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life's goal.
When I was 8, I was reading 'Gone with the Wind' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and all that, not knowing it wasn't my reading level.
When it's all over and the dust from our Ancestors bodies and our own settle from the four winds only then will we see that we were here!
'Gone With The Wind' is one of the all-time greats. Read Margaret Mitchell's book and watch the film again; it's a soap opera in all its glory. It is superb and memorable.
And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent Godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls.
I wanted to be like Vivien Leigh in 'Gone With the Wind.' I wanted to have black hair, green eyes and break hearts.
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
It is true what Rimbaud said; If you think a book is strong enough, try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. If the book can resist the ocean, then it exists. Otherwise, throw it away.
Making the unbelievable believable is different on a set with 'Fantastic Four,' where it's like, 'Wind machines! Because the airship is coming in and you're pretending to be afraid!'
The fact that wealthy people or people from privileged backgrounds may wind up in a violent terrorist organization is not new.
I was asleep, in the upstairs bedroom, in the rear of the house. There was this tremendous crash, there was a terrible wind force hitting my body, and then I blanked out.
I look up to the sky and scream to the wind, 'Give me adventure.' She whispers back, 'You are braver than you know.
I just don't think it's very dignified to ask people to like you. You can just wind up being somebody's ottoman.
She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.
Momo listened to everyone and everything - even to the rain and the wind and the pine trees - and all of them spoke to her after their own fashion.
I don't want to sound like a grumpy old man, but nothing winds me up more than people saying, 'Chill out' to me when I'm irritated!
A journey to the unknown shores needs a port, a ship, a wind; but more important than all of them: Courage; courage to leave the known for the unknown!
