Wind

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.

A crisis is an opportunity riding the dangerous wind.

The higher you climb on the mountain, the harder the wind blows.

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!