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“Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.

Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.

Suddenly, you know you are alive.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.�� (p.33)”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)”
― Bret Easton Ellis, Lunar Park

“And all the winds go sighing,
For sweet things dying”
― Christina Georgina Rossetti

“The plants and flowers
I raised about my hut
I now surrender
To the will
Of the wind”
― Ryokan

“A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it felt like a breath from another world.”
― Francis Marion Crawford, For the Blood is the Life and Other Stories

“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.”
― Amit Ray

“It is He who makes the lightning flash upon you, inspiring you with fear and hope, and gathers up the heavy clouds. The thunder sounds His praises, and the angels, too, in awe of him. He hurls his thunderbolts at whom He pleases. Yet the unbelievers wrangle about God.”
― Anonymous, القرآن الكريم

“Earth, water, fire, and wind. Where there is energy there is life.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Dream Song of Thunders:

Sometimes
I go about pitying
Myself,
While I am carried by the wind
Across the sky. ”
― Frances Densmore, American Indians and Their Music

“Like wind-- In it, with it, of it. Of it just like a sail, so light and strong that, even when it is bent flat, it gathers all the power of the wind without hampering its course.

Like light-- In light, lit through by light, transformed into light. Like the lens which disappears in the light it focuses.

Like wind. Like light.

Just this--on these expanses, on these heights.”
― Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings

“Dream Song:

As my eyes
Search the prairie,
I feel the summer in the spring.
Whenever I pause
The noise
Of the village. ”
― Frances Densmore, American Indians and Their Music

“The caterpillar turns to liquid before turning into a butterfly. Liquid. Thus washing away any speck of his caterpillar self as he lies completely vulnerable to his environment in his chrysalis shell. One good solid gust of wind and the caterpillars boned.”
― Hippie, Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter

“The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully across the worn old stones. The wind, like a hundred violins, plays perpetually in the topmost branches of the deodars.”
― Ruskin Bond, Lamp is Lit, Leaves From a Journal

“Gardens in Spring
with flowers abound
their scent interwoven
in the wind”
― Meeta Ahluwalia

“The cold cut like a many bladed knife”
― Israel Zangwill, The Big Bow Mystery

“Hair tangled with the wind
Sun kissed face
Lover of the forest
the sea
the sky
and anything wild and free
She’s a gypsy goddess.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“The wind whispers in his ears what you may never hear.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Song on Applying War Paint:

At the center of the earth
I stand,
Behold me!
At the wind center
I stand,
Behold me!
A root of medicine
Therefore I stand,
At the wind center
I stand. ”
― Frances Densmore

“Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“I spur my horse past the ruined city;
the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts:
ancient battlements, high and low;
old grave mounds, great and small.

Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed trembles
and the voice of the great trees clings forever,
I sigh over all these common bones --
No roll of the immortals bears their names.”
― Han-shan

“Yes, the wind came up--" Mrs. Sharpe began. She paused.
"And changed us all," Petra said softly.”
― Blue Balliett, The Calder Game

“Do not underestimate the muteness of a tree. The rustling leaves of it can sing with the rival wind that many of us cannot do.”
― Munia Khan

“Depending on your point of view, Ashley (or Leslie Howard) was sensitive, poetic, and enigmatic-- or wan and a wimp. Rhett/Clark Gable was sexy, virile, and funny or just crude and unmannerly. The outcome was a crucial barometer of taste that would reveal a great deal, possibly too much, about a girl's temperament and predilections.”
― Molly Haskell

“Even if it is made up of gold, the sailing boat can go nowhere without the humble wind!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you?
But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment.
No wind whatsoever brought you now.
Now you’re here.
What you were isn’t you, or else the whole rose would be here.”
― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“Yuan hears the animals hundreds of meters away—the ones with hooves running while the pawed ones hunt them. He also hears the birds chirping, the leaves rustling, the waterfall roaring, and the wind speaking. Yes, speaking. Not every High-Grade voices the wind or hears it speak. But he does.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry.”
― Enid Bagnold, National Velvet