Wherever the wind goes, clouds follow.
The wind is a very difficult sound to get. It's always changing.
The wind is not just air in motion; it's the invisible force that moves you forward.
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
The wind of change is blowing through this continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact.
Wind is the loving guide that leads me home.
The wind is us; it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
The wind is the most powerful element of nature. It can either give you a breeze or a hurricane; it all depends on how you build your ship.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.
The sound of the wind is a companion that never dies.
The wind is the spice of life.
The wind howls but the mountain remains still.
When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and others build windmills.
The wind is a ghost in motion.
The wind is whispering secrets through the leaves.
The wind cannot defeat a tree with strong roots.
The wind carries us far away, but also brings us back home.
You can't change the wind but you can adjust your sails.