She (his wife) is the wind beneath my wings.

Let us now set forth one of the fundamental truths about marriage: the wife is in charge.

A breath of wind from the wings of madness.

I guess the real reason that my wife and I had children is the same reason that Napoleon had for invading Russia: it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The wind hath bound her up in her wings, and they shall be ashamed because of their sacrifices.

When I am gone and the wind blows, It is the breeze from my wings you feel.