If the wind brushes against you, do not complain; it brushes against everyone.

Learn from the ocean; not fearing turbulence, it uses the wind against it to rise instead.

A leaf has no power to resist when the wind blows, but when life’s storms rage, you do.

Only you can change your own world. No one else.

We suddenly arrived in this very lost and strange city. Somewhere in the middle of the mountains. We didn't know where we are. We were just heading back to the sea. When we walked trough the forgotten city in silence, something inside us changed. We lost a bit of ourselves too and gained space for something new.

I closed my eyes and turned my face into the cold wind. When I felt it swept along my skin there was no past. No future. Just now.

The wind is blowing. Don’t bend if you want to please him.

A tree will not wither and die because the wind blew away one leaf.

A tree dances for the wind not because it enjoys it, but because it doesn’t want to break.

Only dead leaves allow the wind to blow them to and fro.

The greatest lesson a tree can give you is to stand tall and proud, no matter how strong life’s winds blow against you.

You don’t command wind in the direction it blows, but you command a ship in the direction it sails.

Great winds only challenge great trees.

If you move faster than the music, it will look strange; if you move slower than the music, it will look strange! Be like autumn leaves which follow exactly the rhythm of the wind!

A bird does not fly because of the wind around it, but because of the strength within it.

Wind either breaks a tree or teaches it to dance.

An apple only falls far from its tree when carried away by divine winds.

It is in vain to try and kick the wind.

Water has no mouth, but swallows many. Light has no hands, but touches many. Wind has no feet, but carries many. Darkness has no teeth, but devours many.

A tree does not stop growing because the wind blew off a few of its leaves.

Loss is like a wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death.

Sometimes a strong wind blows suddenly and you leave your beloved tree without saying even goodbye, like a pale autumn leaf! This uncertainty of life makes every moment in life infinitely precious.

The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.

When the wind likes a path, the weeds around that path will tremble all day long!

You like the wind? There is no wind? Start running! Create your own wind!