For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
Silence is more musical than any song.
My heart is like a singing bird.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.