Constantly stopping to explain oneself may expand into a frustrating burden for the rare individual, so ceasing to do so is like finally dropping the weights and sprinting towards his goals. Those who insincerely misunderstand, who intentionally distort the motives of a pure-intentioned individual, then, no longer have the opportunity to block his path; instead, they are the ones left to stand on the sidelines shouting frustratedly in the wind of his trail.
Criss JamiStichwörter: inspirational goals success opportunity frustration wind path individual explanations running weight burdens accomplishments motives intentions sprinting
People usually seek to join a religious system in order to gain the eternal bliss and freedom of the soul. But belonging somewhere; anywhere is not freedom. Free is the wind. You need to become the wind, not wanting to know how and why, but only to experience this quality of freedom that leads to the original “religion”. There the soul is finally ONE and aligned with anything.
Grigoris DeoudisStichwörter: freedom people soul wind eternal bliss system religiois
I listen to the sound of India's voices for the last time . Laughter ripples like water . A prayer is a single note held long . There is so much life here . And too much death.I feel a soft brezze caress my face and I look up. An orange ribbon is floating through the air . In India , it's easy to see the wind .
Cathy OstlereStichwörter: wind india spritual breeze
We are just wind on this earth, wind breathing in air.
Anthony LiccioneStichwörter: wind here-today-gone-tomorrow
With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past,
I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed;
a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all,
a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension
to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil.
Stichwörter: love romance fate death mystery wind rebirth reincarnation mortal-coil
Meanwhile the colonel followed the mad woman, and by a strange effect of the superexcitation of his senses, saw her in the darkness, through the mist, as plainly as in broad daylight; he heard her sighs, her confused words, in spite of the continual moan of the autumn winds rushing through the deserted streets.
A few late townspeople, the collars of their coats raised to the level of their ears, their hands in their pockets, and their hats pressed down over their eyes, passed, at infrequent intervals, along the pavements; doors were heard to shut with a crash. An ill-fastened shutter banged against a wall, a tile torn from a housetop by the wind fell into the street; then, again, the immense torrent of air whirled on its course, drowning with its lugubrious voice all other sounds of the night.
It was one of those cold nights at the end of October, when the weathercocks, shaken by the north wind, turn giddily on the high roofs, and cry with shrilly voices, 'Winter! - Winter! - Winter is come!' ("The Child Stealer")
Stichwörter: storm wind autumn
...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
John GeddesStichwörter: love wind memories hair nothingness poetry-quotes tendrils
...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...
John GeddesStichwörter: poetry sea wind memories red bitter-day mittens
...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
John GeddesStichwörter: sleep lullaby wind poetry-quotes exultation sings
...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...
John GeddesStichwörter: heart wind thoughts land horizon poetry-quotes-love sail-away
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