It is very important to embrace failure and to do a lot of stuff — as much stuff as possible — with as little fear as possible. It’s much, much better to wind up with a lot of crap having tried it than to overthink in the beginning and not do it.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.
The wind bit hard at Valley Forge one Christmas.<br>Soldiers tied rags on their feet.<br>Red footprints wrote on the snow…
Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
Perhaps we cannot raise the winds. But each of us can put up the sail, so that when the wind comes we can catch it.
I cannot predict the wind but I can have my sail ready.
I certainly never feel discouraged. I can’t myself raise the winds that might blow us or this ship into a better world. But I can at least put up the sail so that when the winds comes, I can catch it.
It’s embarrassing when you try to overthrow the government and you wind up on the Best Seller’s List.
To me, there’s never been a difference between electronic and acoustic. I’ve always had this idea that electricity is another element like wind or fire or water.
Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”)
Capture a shadow, dance with the wind, stand in a rainbow, begin at the end.
Lean forward into your life… <br> catch the best bits and the finest wind. <br> Just tip your feathers in flight a wee bit <br> and see how dramatically that small lean <br> can change your life.
I will move with the wind.
One whispered yes becomes the wind song over an ocean of no’s.
I do feel my fan base, my community understands me and appreciates me very deeply, and that is the wind in my sails to keep doing what I am doing. I know that my work really inspires people and they tell me that all the time, and so that’s wonderful.
This is where you can find your soul if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you’ve never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.
Take earth for your own large room and the floor of earth carpeted with sunlight and hung round with silver wind for your dancing place.
My dream of happiness: a quiet spot by the Jamaican seashore . . . hearing the wind sob with the beauty and the tragedy of everything. Sitting under an almond tree, with the leaf spread over me like an umbrella.
Nothing is a courtesy unless it be meant us, and that friendly and lovingly. We owe no thanks to rivers that they carry our boats, or winds that they be favoring and fill our sails, or meats that they be nourishing; for these are what they are necessarily. Horses carry us, trees shade us; but they know it not.
It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.
Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze;<br>But if the pilot slumber at the helm,<br>The very wind that wafts us tow’rds the port<br>May dash us on the shoals. The steersman’s part<br>Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.
Even if you accept the theory of man-made climate change, wind turbines are a rotten way to reduce CO2 emissions, or to improve energy security.
Followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled rind of the world, o seekers, o finders of reasons to be up and be gone.
The current tax code is harder to understand than Bob Dylan reading Finnegans Wake in a wind tunnel.
The surest way to know our gold, is to look upon it and examine it in God’s furnace, where he tries it that we may see what it is. If we have a mind to know whether a building stands strong or not, we must look upon it when the wind blows. If we would know whether a staff be strong, or a rotten, broken reed, we must observe it when it is leaned on and weight is borne upon it. If we would weigh ourselves justly we must weigh ourselves in God’s scales that he makes use of to weigh us.
I don’t believe architecture has to speak too much. It should remain silent and let nature in the guise of sunlight and wind
I think it makes people frustrated when they have to live their actual lives commercial free and they can’t just magically wind up at the part with the happy ending.
All four winds together can’t bring the world to me Shadows cast a play of light, so much I want to see Chase the sun around the world, I want to look at life-In the Available Light. I’ll go with the wind, I’ll stand in the light.
Whether people know it or not, I’m a big nature guy. I like snowboarding, I like fishing, and those are my ways to wind down.