“Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?”
“Why is it, every time I go the mile, another mile comes up?”
“Why when people are on their deathbed, they finally come to terms with life?”
“Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.”
“Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.”
“Before shaking the dust from off your feet, be sure to stomp real good on their faces.”
“Every hill becomes a mountain when one has to climb up it.”