And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown all over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
Into each life some rain must fall.
A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
After every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is a solution, and the soul's indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.