A fascinating reaction of the human brain when we fail to meet a goal is that it tells us to throw caution to the wind and make things even worse, which ultimately leads to us giving up.
Apples hate strong wind and damp, cold soil so try and place them on well-drained, rich soil in a sheltered position.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
When you’re your parents’ one shot at a genetic legacy, you may get to attend all the best schools, wear all the best clothes and eat all the best foods – at least relative to children in multiple-sibling households. But you also wind up with an overweening sense of your own importance.
The softest thing I’ve ever heard are the wind chimes in my backyard. They are soft and cool and mellow.
In order to arrive at knowledge of the motions of birds in the air, it is first necessary to acquire knowledge of the winds, which we will prove by the motions of water in itself, and this knowledge will be a step enabling us to arrive at the knowledge of beings that fly between the air and the wind.
The sun doesn’t shine at night, and wind power is highly variable. To meet our emissions goals, we’re going to have to grasp every arrow in the quiver, and nuclear is one of those arrows.
The American electorate are getting disgusted with weaklings who blow where the wind takes them while frittering away our precious lifeblood and borrowing money from our new owners, the Chinese.
Companies should not have a singular view of profitability. There needs to be a balance between commerce and social responsibility… The companies that are authentic about it will wind up as the companies that make more money.
My favorite movies of all times is ‘Doctor Zhivago,’ and I love ‘Gone With the Wind.’ I’d love to play some Southern belle or something where I owned a plantation.
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
The truth is that transitioning to clean energy like wind and solar will create millions of new, good jobs that can’t be outsourced, and spur economic growth – all while avoiding the inevitable, significant damages our economy will suffer should we keep building more pipelines.
I was inspired to see leaders from Paris, New York City, San Francisco and Vancouver, B.C. rolling up their sleeves to create clean and safe transportation systems; make homes and buildings efficient, comfortable and affordable; and ensure more of our energy comes from clean sources like wind and solar.
The renewable industry claims technical innovations will improve solar and wind – but in reality nothing can change the lower power density of sunlight and wind.
The America that we knew as the smartest place on the planet is gone with the wind.
If you are bitter, you are like a dry leaf that you can just squash, and you can get blown away by the wind. There is much more wisdom in forgiveness.
Living with Steve was like standing in a cyclone. Then we lost him. It was like the wind stopped.
If I had been on ‘Bowling for Dollars’, I’d wind up owing them money.
A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.
I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.
I call Earth, Wind & Fire my day job and my solo career my night gig.
I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?
My restlessness leaves my mind racing as I try to wind down at the end of mandatory recovery day. It keeps me tossing after poor performances. And if I played well, well… playing well makes me itch to play better; there is always room for improvement.
I know that pretty much everybody I face is going to wind up wanting to take me down eventually.
Sometimes, I’m driving along in my car, and a song from my high-school years comes on the radio: Springsteen’s ‘Thunder Road.’ Just the opening few chords make me want to roll down the window and let the wind blow back my hair.
Even though I love solar and love wind, like most people do, I like the renewable sources, they alone are not going to get America energy independent.
I have played in rain before. I have played in wind before. I have played in cold before, but not all put together. They were the hardest conditions I ever played in.
With ‘Wind River,’ I became fascinated with the notion of how you overcome a tragedy – accepting it, making whatever peace you can with it – without ever knowing what really happened.
It wasn’t an instant success. It wasn’t like I got into Earth, Wind & Fire and we stopped eating oatmeal and McDonald’s. But it was definitely a clear path on the right direction to be my own man.
All good books wind up, I think, with the writer getting his teeth bashed in.
A song is fire. You react to it primally, instantly. You don’t have to decide whether you like it, and you don’t really have to sit down and think about it much after you’re done listening to it. It really does run through you like wind.
Yeah, I paint in my spare time, just to relax myself and wind down a bit.
Both solar and wind produce too much energy when societies don’t need it, and not enough when they do.
Same with anyone who’s been flying for years and loves it still… we’re part of a world we deeply love. Just as musicians feel about scores and melodies, dancers about the steps and flow of music, so we’re one with the principle of flight, the magic of being aloft in the wind!
And it blew my mind when I started to get wind of the fact that they actually liked me being around. That was humbling, because Kentucky basketball is a big deal, and I am not the biggest fan – I am just the most notorious one.
When I have trouble sleeping, I’ll read, watch old episodes of ‘Sex and the City,’ or dance around my house. Music helps me wind down.
Any time I wind up in the lane where you can’t quickly turn off of it and it’s turning into the freeway, I just start screaming until I’m off of it.
Well, for Earth, Wind & Fire, we would often say that the band was more dynamic live than on record.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
After a while, you can’t get any higher. It’s like your head is in a wind tunnel – everything is vibrating.
Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.
Humor’s always been the problem of my work, hasn’t it? When working, I feel satisfied when I surprise myself. And when I surprise myself, I wind up laughing.
Suburbia is not going to run on biodiesel. The easy-motoring tourist industry is not going to run on biodiesel, wind power and solar fuel.
Falling little wind, it was five before I could form my line, or distinguish any of the enemy’s motions; and could not judge at all of their force, more than by numbers, which were seventeen, and thirteen appeared large.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
I had to make my history quick because there would be no future, merely a gossamer world blown about on the zeitgeist, till zeitgeist, the wind of the times, is blasted away by kamikaze, the wind of God.
Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.
Sometimes it’s easy to go where the wind blows, but those that stand firmly planted are forces to be reckoned with.
As kids, we were at concerts like Michael Jackson every weekend. My first concert was Earth, Wind and Fire.
I’m a huge gamer! I love playing ‘World of Warcraft.’ It helps me wind down and escape reality for a few.
Thus far we run before the wind.
You walk off the plane in Rio, and your blood temperature goes up. The feel of the wind on your face, the water on your skin, the taste of the food, the music, the sexuality; Brazilians are very comfortable in their sexuality.
When you have committed enough words to paper, you feel you have a spine stiff enough to stand up in the wind. But when you stop writing, you find that’s all you are – a spine, a row of rattling vertebrae, dried out like an old quill pen.
In a broader sense, the rhythms of nature, large and small – the sounds of wind and water, the sounds of birds and insects – must inevitably find their analogues in music.
I grew up listening to pop music with my dad in the car, and we’d just listen to Stevie Wonder, Al Green, Earth Wind & Fire, KC and the Sunshine Band – all that good stuff. So to see it snaking its way back around again is really exciting, and I love listening to the radio.
