Explore a collection of the most beloved and motivational quotes and sayings about Whirlwind. Share these powerful messages with your loved ones on social media platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, or on your personal blog, and inspire the world with their wisdom. We've compiled the Top 100 Whirlwind Quotes and Sayings from 95 influential authors, including Catherine The Great,Pythagoras,Carl Sandburg,E. E. Cummings,G.k. Chesterton, for you to enjoy and share.

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache. By Catherine The Great Blowing Headache Great Wind Imagination

The wind is blowing. Adore the wind. By Pythagoras Blowing Wind Adore

Blowing,BlowingThe gray slabsWill lose youthe winds will flick you awayIn a whiff By Carl Sandburg Blowingblowingthe Whiff Gray Slabswill Lose

what if a much of a which of a wind By E. E. Cummings Wind

When the wind came it split the sky and shouldered the cloud-band left and right; unbarring great clear furnaces of rolling gold. By G.k. Chesterton Unbarring Gold Wind Split Sky

An ill winde that bloweth no man to good. By John Heywood Good Ill Winde Bloweth Man

Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee. By Karen Marie Moning Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee

Wuthering being a significant, provincial adjective descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. By Emily Bronte Wuthering Significant Provincial Weather Adjective

What... is the wind in that door? By Thomas Malory Door Wind

The winds have a force so terrific as to eclipse anything previously known in the world. We have found the kingdom of blizzards. We have come to an accursed land. By Lennard Bickel World Winds Force Terrific Eclipse

I hear the howl of the wind that bringsThe long drear storm on its heavy wings. By William C. Bryant Wings Hear Howl Wind Bringsthe

butterflies were wind energy made visible. By Anne Lamott Butterflies Visible Wind Energy Made

It was frightening and wonderful to surrender to the wind's power. By Richard Louv Power Frightening Wonderful Surrender Wind

The wind is old, but it keeps blowing. By Roberto Duran Blowing Wind

Up home we loved a good storm coming, we'd fly outdoors and run up and down to meet it," her mother used to say. "We children would run as fast as we could go along the top of that mountain when the wind was blowing, holding our arms right open. The wilder it blew the better we liked it. By Eudora Welty Coming Run Home Loved Good

A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows. By Pierre Teilhard De Chardin Night Breeze Passes Spring Man

Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight."Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire. By Frances Hodgson Burnett House Round Listen Wind Wutherin

Wind ought to be a verb or an adverb. It isn't really anything. It's a manner of movement of warmth and cold: a kind of information system of the air. By Alice Oswald Wind Adverb Verb Cold Air

I hear the Wind Woman running with soft, soft footsteps over the hill. I shall always think of the wind as a personality. She is a shrew when she blows from the north a lonely seeker when she blows from the east a laughing girl when she comes from the west and tonight from the south a little grey fairy. By L.m. Montgomery Soft Woman Wind Hill Hear

He didn't look as if he'd been through a whirlwind exactly but he'd certainly endured a stiff breeze. By Sara Sheridan Breeze Whirlwind Endured Stiff

The wind is like the golden breath of the world; when it blows, we feel that the world is alive and so are we! By Mehmet Murat Ildan World Blows Wind Golden Breath

The wind always brings us back to the same wall By Joanne Harris Wall Wind Brings Back

Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune. By Sophocles Misfortune Wind Fare Flying

You can choose right now to change the way you are experiencing a windstorm. Adjust your sails. By John Assaraf Windstorm Choose Change Experiencing Adjust

The wind only blows when God is hurrying you to your destiny. By Matshona Dhliwayo God Destiny Wind Blows Hurrying

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string. By Karen Marie Moning Tornado String Kite Long

Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O whither, who can tell! By Edmund Clarence Stedman Blow Winds Tempest Fiercer Gale

A strange ripple...like an unexpected changing of the tide. By Cameron Dokey Ripple Tide Strange Unexpected Changing

Storm WarningSomething not the wind shakes along farlike a sky truck in low gearover Oregon. Like the shore wind baying along through firbut not now the wind, no, not really so,it is a new weight and forcethat begins to blow.This winter they'll still call it wind and let it explore;and when they talk it over next summer there by the shore,along through the scrub and salal the new something will range.In a hurry, late, it won't wait for the air.In the fall again they'll remember, each of them, back to now.They'll no longer call it wind, they'll want it all changed. They'll want it all different then, but they won't know how. By William Stafford Wind Oregon Storm Warningsomething Shakes

No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. By A.a. Milne Wind

[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion. By Marianne Moore Whirlwind Grass Disturbs Steeple Confusion

XIIILightly, lightly, very lightly A very light wind passes, And it goes away just as lightly, And I don't know what I'm thinking, Nor do I wish to know. By Fernando Pessoa Xiiilightly Lightly Passes Thinking Light

Why do you chase the wind? By Lailah Gifty Akita Wind Chase

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes ... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling ... By James Russell Lowell Hail Dashing Flashes Clashes Crashing

The hot west wind that blew like sand whispering across stone. By Steven Erikson Stone Hot West Wind Blew

thunder booms to the By Joe Hart Thunder Booms

The wind shifts like this:Like a human without illusions,Who still feels irrational things within her. By Wallace Stevens Wind Shifts Human Illusionswho Feels

Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November! - and the bright calm sun, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning the earth to darkness, and wild forlornness, and night, as men shiver in their coats and hurry home. And then the lights of home glowing in those desolate deeps. There are the stars, though! - high and sparkling in a spiritual firmament. We will walk in the windsweeps, gloating in the envelopment of ourselves, seeking the sudden grinning intelligence of humanity below these abysmal beauties. Now the roaring midnight fury and the creaking of our hinges and windows, now the winder, now the understanding of the earth and our being on it: this drama of enigmas and double-depths and sorrows and grave joys, these human things in the elemental vastness of the windblown world. By Jack Kerouac November Earth Powerful Winds Crack

i am the wind. one day, i will fly free By Rumiko Takahashi Wind Day Free Fly

For I am come a whirlwind of wasted thingsand I will ride this tantrum back to God By Christian Wiman God Whirlwind Wasted Thingsand Ride

When suddenly across the June a wind with fingers goes. By Ally Condie June Suddenly Wind Fingers

enjoying the feel of the rushing wind. It's not wind rushing, it's us, she thought. By Scott Cawthon Enjoying Rushing Wind Feel Thought

Steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? By Nikolai Gogol Steeds Manes Whirlwind Home

What is more gentle than a wind is summer? By John Keats Summer Gentle Wind

Swirling like water against rugged rocks, time goes around and around By Denis Theriault Swirling Rocks Time Water Rugged

6The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. By Anonymous Wind North Round Blows South

The boy who harnessed the wind By Alistair Milne Wind Boy Harnessed

Dripping rain like golden honey- And the sweet earth flying from the thunder By Jean Toomer Dripping Honey Thunder Rain Golden

The edge of the whirl was represented by a broad belt of gleaming spray; but no particle of this slipped into the mouth of the terrific tunnel, whose interior, as far as the eye could fathom it, was a smooth, shining, and jet black wall of water, inclined to the horizon at an angle of some forty-five degrees, speeding dizzily round and round with a swaying and sweltering motion, and sending forth to the winds an appalling voice, half shriek, half roar, such as not even the mighty cataract of Niagara ever lifts up in its agony to Heaven. By Edgar Allan Poe Half Round Heaven Niagara Shining

Listen to it, and you are hearing the mighty currents of the air rushing down the latitudes of the earth, currents from the Mackenzie and the Athabasca and the Saskatchewan, and from the prairies and the white Tundra. It is a homeless wind, forever on the move. By Hal Borland Currents Saskatchewan Tundra Mackenzie Athabasca

The reeds giveway to thewind and givethe wind away By A.r. Ammons Reeds Giveway Thewind Givethe Wind

the jet stream undulating over us like an angry snake god. By David Wong God Jet Stream Undulating Angry

A storm is coming. A great storm. By Sarah J. Maas Coming Storm Great

J.K. watches a storm rage into the crimson afternoon. The sky is electric. Rain whips her bare arms and legs. Dustbins are hauled into the air, caught on the wind's curve. Bags and pillowcase unpacked for a while, toothbrush, perfume, books, a little pile of yellow feathers, J.K. knows she too is caught in the wind. She is Europe's eerie child, and she is part of the storm." (from "Swallowing Geography" by Deborah Levy) By Deborah Levy Watches Afternoon Rage Crimson Wind

I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus. By Elizabeth Peters Femuw Fink Winowcowus Winocowus Astinct

Trees quiver in the wind,sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot. By Dag Hammarskjold Trees Earshot Quiver Windsailing Sea

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep? No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm! By George Canning Deep Deform Sleep Hush Loud

You like the wind? There is no wind? Start running! Create your own wind! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Wind Start Running Create

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it "wind tossed."If only she knew. By James Patterson Arcs Taking Breaths Enjoying Hair

All four winds together can't bring the world to me Shadows cast a play of light, so much I want to see Chase the sun around the world, I want to look at life-In the Available Light. I'll go with the wind, I'll stand in the light. By Neil Peart Light World Shadows Chase Bring

Dust motes swirled in the air like tiny orbs of rainbows. By Micalea Smeltzer Dust Rainbows Motes Swirled Air

A great wind is blowing and that either gives you imagination ... or a headache. By Catherine The Great Imagination Headache Great Wind Blowing

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last. By Jimi Hendrix Past Wind Remember Blown Crutch

Damn wind shift sudden as a woman mind. By Derek Walcott Damn Mind Wind Shift Sudden

Old Mrs. Whiton stopped waving. She stood on the steps of the old house, looking up at the sky, where clouds were piling in the northeast. That meant a storm was coming, and old Mrs. Whiton's eyes flashed. She liked storms. They were a challenge to her. She went into the house, and soon her typewriter keys were clacking wildly, furiously, as though the storm were already there and she were racing the wind of it. By Edward Eager Mrs Whiton Waving Stopped House

Some time ago we heard a strange story. The pilot of a small plane said that he had been caught in a one hundred fifty mile gale, which held his plane perfectly still. The motor was roaring, he claimed, but the plane was not moving. "It was weird," he said , "to be going one hundred fifty miles an hour and yet not be going anywhere at all." By James Keller Story Plane Hundred Fifty Time

The whirligig featured a drummer, a trumpet player, a clarinetist, and a man with a trombone. It was a leap beyond the spouting whale, with more figures, a six-bladed propeller, and a much more complex system of rods and pivots that made the instruments dip and rise as if the musicians were marching. By Paul Fleischman Drummer Player Clarinetist Trombone Whirligig

the wind, putting all of her strength into By Terri Reid Wind Putting Strength

All at onceA fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream,And I am in the wilderness alone. By William Cullen Bryant Oncea Fresher Wind Sweeps Breaks

After a hurricane comes a rainbow. By Katy Perry Rainbow Hurricane

Rough wind, the moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main, Wail, for the world's wrong! By Percy Bysshe Shelley Wail Wind Wild Bare Deep

Wind is a floating wave of air, whose undulation continually varies. By Vitruvius Wind Air Varies Floating Wave

Iris from sea brings wind or mighty rain. By Empedocles Iris Rain Sea Brings Wind

When he would have Jonah cast into the sea, God sent a wind by stirring up a whirlwind [Jonah 1:4]. Those who do not think that God controls the government of the universe will say that this was outside the common course. Yet from it I infer that no wind ever arises or increases except by God's express command. Otherwise By John Calvin Jonah God Sea Whirlwind Cast

WindClan territory By Erin Hunter Windclan Territory

There is a Dutch word, uitwaaien, to walk against the wind for pleasure. By Elizabeth Gilbert Uitwaaien Dutch Word Pleasure Walk

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows. By Friedrich Schiller Master Man Storm Ball Billows

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! By William Shakespeare Blow Winds Cheeks Rage Crack

I buttoned my sweater against the wind on my skin - winds of change. By Sarah Jio Skin Change Buttoned Sweater Wind

The Autumn Wind... By Steve Sabol Wind Autumn

But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman. By Lorrie Moore Vortex Weather Family Life Zigzag

...the breeze twirled in on itself, picking up the cut grass on the road, spinning a confused chicken around a few times, then straightening back out. By Sara Taylor Picking Road Spinning Times Breeze

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing. By Pablo Neruda Megaphone Singing Wind Passes

Windsurfing, the sound of the word contains all the mystery of a solitary buoy in the fog, echoing across the water at the end of the day. By Laurie Nadel Windsurfing Fog Echoing Day Sound

Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Wind Leaves Blows Frantically Sacred

When he needed rest, a new and powerful gust brought him on different paths. When he wanted to fly, the winds stopped blowing, and he felt bereft of force to move on. By Irina Serban Rest Paths Needed Powerful Gust

Good day to you, ma'am,' said Stephen, opening Mrs Wogan's door. 'I believe you may take some air at last. The sky is clear, the sun shines bright with a surprising warmth, and although our poop is now the scene of strange activity, the gangway remains, the windward, or weather gangway, ma'am. And we had best profit by the morning while it lasts. By Patrick O'brian Stephen Mrs Wogan Maam Good

When I was small, the wind sang me lullabies. Lilting, humming, high-pitched things, filling the space around me so that even when all seemed quiet, it wasn't. This is a wind I have lived with. By Victoria Schwab Small Lullabies Lilting Humming Sang

The calm before the storm By Derek Landy Storm Calm

Our life is woven wind. By Joseph Joubert Wind Life Woven

A Waft of Cheese By David Walliams Cheese Waft

There is a rainbow at the end of the storm. By Dwane Casey Storm Rainbow End

As the whirlwind in its fury teareth up trees, and deformeth the face of nature, or as an earthquake in its convulsions overturneth whole cities; so the rage of an angry man throweth mischief around him. By Akhenaton Trees Nature Cities Whirlwind Fury

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering. By Saul Williams Wandering Wind Moon Imagination

Streams of melting snow. By Kiersten White Streams Snow Melting

This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me. By Marianne Curley Tame Wind Mystical Sings

The true is thus the bacchanalian whirl in which no member is not drunken; and because each, as soon as it detaches itself, dissolves immediately - the whirl is just as much transparent and simple repose. By Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Whirl Drunken Dissolves Immediately Repose

I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane. By John Green Hurricane Drizzle

A rainbow is a storm's smile. By Matshona Dhliwayo Smile Rainbow Storm

Move like a beam of light: fly like lightning, strike like thunder, whirl in circles around a stable center By Morihei Ueshiba Move Light Fly Lightning Strike