Quotes about Breeze

Then the man and his wife heard the voice of the LORD God walking in the garden in the breeze of the day, and they hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.

All I am saying is relax. Listen to the wind, feel the water. See where life's breeze wants to take you. Look, if God wants to give you a bigger oar or two, he will. He has plenty. There are times, however, when he's trying to blow us one way and we're paddling like crazy the other. Occasionally we just need to stop and be grateful.

The day breeze blew her dress dry; the night wind wrinkled it.

That lively cry upon this deadly calm might almost convert a better man. Better and better, man. Would now St. Paul would come along that way, and to my breezelessness bring his breeze! O Nature, O soul of man! how far beyond all utterance are your linked analogies! not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.

A strong breeze is natures way of blowing away our sorrows.

The day is brimming with freedom. He took another draw of the air. There's nothing like the clean smell of freedom, wouldn't you say Eden?

Better and better, man. Would now St. Paul would come along that way, and to my breezelessness bring his breeze! O Nature, and O soul of man! how far beyond all utterance are your linked analogies; not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.

I am life. I have no name. I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.

I once listened to an Indian on television say that God was in the wind and the water, and I wondered at how beautiful that was because it meant you could swim in Him or have Him brush your face in a breeze.

Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew. While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew. Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze. Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze. That's what made these three free fleas sneeze.

A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.