Thus far we run before the wind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second.
We are going as fast as we can as soon as we can. We're in a race against time, until we run out of money.
In the long run we are all dead.
We are facing a storm that most of us have long feared.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
That's a good way to live, go against the wind.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way.
We will stomp to the top with the wind in our teeth.
Who am I to blow against the wind?