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“...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“The wind is made of haunting souls
that moan and groan
in whistles and whispers.
This ghostly choir chills the breeze
and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps
on my skin.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“Accept your nature, Mikhail. Accept yourself as you are.â€�
Mikhail’s laughter was bitter. “Everything is so clear to you. You say I am one of God’s children. I have purpose, I should accept my nature. My nature is to take what I believe is mine, hold it, protect it. Chain it to my side if necessary. I cannot let her go. I cannot. She is like the wind, open and free. If I caged the wind, would it die?�
“Then don’t cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.�
“How can I protect the wind, Edgar?�
“You said cannot, Mikhail. You cannot let her go. Not would not, will not. You said cannot. There is a difference.�
“For me. What of her? What choice am I giving her?�
“I have always believed in you, in your goodness and your strength. It is very possible that the young lady needs you as well. You have heard the legends and lies associated with your kind for so long, you are beginning to believe the nonsense. To a true vegetarian, a meat eater can be repulsive. The tiger needs deer to survive. A plant needs water. We all need something. You take only what you need. Kneel, receive God’s blessing, and go back to your woman. You will find a way to protect your wind.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

“He must have been like a thin brown skeleton autumn leaf dancing eternally before the wind; but in truth it was he that was the wind.”
― Garry Wills, What Paul Meant

“I thought... I thought I heard you calling my name,' The crease between his brows deepened. 'Screaming for help.' Letting go of his sword, he ran a hand through his nearly white-blond hair. 'It must've been the wind.'

'Or your guilty conscience.'

'Probably the wind.'

I started toward him.

There it was, a flash of a grin. 'Sorry to interrupt.'

'Interrupt what? I'm stuck in this room. What could-?' I shrieked as the door closed and locked. 'Now I am yelling!'

'It's the wind,' he yelled back through the door.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire