I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
The older you get the stronger the wind gets – and it’s always in your face.
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face, and the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it,—but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.