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“The brisk October winds were brutal through the sunset colors of the leaves. The kind of wind that went right through you, just to prove how infallible humans were.”
― Kelly Covic, Insomnia

“It is a conundrum, this reality of which we speak.
And if you do not find joy in the puzzle itself, you will only have
isolated moments of stamped-and-approved joy
("I graduated!" "I got the job!" "I'm getting married!" "I won the prize!"
"See, I have the picture!" "It's posted online!" "It got so many likes!")
and those scrumptious, unexpected ones that take you by surprise--
a sunset, a leaf dancing in the wind,
a baby's glee with a wayward bubble,
fireworks.

As I often say, I am ultimately drawn to--
and stay closest to--
the people who can be satisfied with a state of dissatisfaction, who can
find joy in the puzzle itself, who want
to play with the puzzle--gnaw
on the conundrum--more than they want
?to finish it.”
― Shellen Lubin

“Sometimes, if I stared at the ceiling long enough, it became the vast expanse of the starry night sky, and I became a small, unimportant thing that blew away in the wind.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.”
― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“...there was a pair of golden eyes shining from the brush adjacent to mine.

The forest went silent. The wind died. Even the snow paused.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I was unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Trees of ice grow blue fruits the size of peaches, encased in a frozen crust. Some have fallen and split open like candy apples. The scent is that of honey and spice and sap. The leaves of the trees give off a haunting sound not unlike wind chimes when the air blows through the branches.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Old leaves are galloping over the new grass.”
― Adrian Bell, A Countryman's Spring Notebook

“Ever Wonder? by Stewart Stafford

Ever wonder why the gales howl?
Screams of the multitude departed,
In all those mauling, biting attacks,
Life numbed in interminable silence.

Ever wonder why woods are tangled?
Matted hair from a sprite's dwelling,
To catch the lost, nosey and wandering,
Their hair caught to make new tangles.

Ever wonder how waves roll over white?
Sea horses rising and diving underneath,
The sun striking their wet necks glinting,
A trick of the light of white horses riding.

? Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The new day and a gentle wind arrived together. For a time, the breeze practiced caution, plucking tentatively at this or that, as though teaching itself what to do with a strength as yet unfamiliar and untried. Then, as the dim gray light in the early morning sky flexed its own sinews and found force within them, the wind rushed at the tules and set them dancing.”
― Jim Kjelgaard, Two Dogs and a Horse

“An Aussie January by Stewart Stafford

Dead air in the fallen forest,
The black goat circled silently,
Three hillside crosses sombre,
January, warm as an Aussie winter.

Boy brandishing a thin, red worm,
Cheerful march on raspberry feet,
Turning left at the silver potatoes,
Leftovers from the gnome’s feast.

4 a.m. wind a rolling bandmaster,
Whipping a flagpole cord to a beat,
Tingling every wind chime around,
The hibernating squirrel missed it.

? Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

&濒诲辩耻辞;寻寻觅觅，冷冷清清，凄凄惨惨戚戚。乍暖还寒时候，最难将息。叁杯两盏淡酒，怎敌他、晚来风急。雁过也，正伤心，却是旧时相识。满地黄花堆积，憔悴损，如今有谁堪摘？守着窗儿，独自怎生得黑。梧桐更兼细雨，到黄昏，点点滴滴。这次第，怎一个愁字了得。&谤诲辩耻辞;
― 李清照, 李清照诗词全集（作家榜经典文库）

“Putting solar photovoltaics into cloudy cities is like putting wind turbines in places where there is little wind!”
― Steven Magee

“The howling wind calmed into a soft sighing. The snow fell lazily now, in big, fat clumps that gathered along every nook and bump of the trees. Mesmerising- the lethal, gentle beauty of the snow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“A Kite that stays rooted to the base, with a string, flies high, against the winds; the one without it just flows purposelessly with the winds, falling aimlessly. A leader keeps that string rooted.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, Modified Leadership

“Elena likes visual checks. She likes tangibility. The wind and sky were ephemeral enough, she told me once. If she’s going to study them, she wants to feel them.”
― Becky Chambers, To Be Taught, If Fortunate

“Just as we travel from place to place, does not too the wind journey amongst the clouds?”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“There was something rough-hewn about his features- like he'd been made of wind and earth and flame and all these civilised trappings were little more than an inconvenience.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“There was only the wind, and his warmth, and the boom of his powerful wings.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“We lay in the tent for three days while the blizzard yelled at us, a three-day-long, wordless, hateful yell from the unbreathing lungs.

"It'll drive me to screaming back," I said to Estraven in mind-speech, and he, with the hesitant formality that marked his rapport: "No use. It will not listen.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“Hann f?r byr, i? bí?ar, og havn, i? r?r.”
― F?ringer

“Cult Of The Elements Chorus by Stewart Stafford

The breeze began as hymns,
Spreading through the forest,
Slowly tipping, creaking limbs,
A cult of the elements chorus.

As bobbing boats at a marina,
Invisible H?O, dialled up to seven,
a domino effect, calmly serene,
Swaying arms, raised to Heaven.

Whistling through the branches,
Trees rocked forward, fell, then,
came with uneasy, silent chances,
Until the zephyr whispered again.

? Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Just as the wind can be both gentle and fierce, life can be both beautiful and challenging.”
― Shree Shambav, Twenty + One - 21 Short Stories - Series II

“When the wind is against you, be like a kite; have your chord of faith rooted and you would fly higher than ever.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, 10 GOLDEN Steps of Life

“And with barely three steps to the edge of that cliff... A warm wind, kissed with lilac and new grass, blasted up from beneath me. A wind of- spring. Lifting me, filling my wings.

My feet rose. And rose. And rose.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“The wind whispered in her ears, the treachery of the stars. She said nothing; she just looked at the sky and blinked her eyes a dozen times.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“It's easy to identify tourists on Edinburgh's Royal mile.
They're the ones bound in knitted scarves, wearing puffa jackets and woolly hats no matter the time of the year.
When the wind whistles around the New Town's handsome Georgian streets, their stoic faces show the effort of turning away from its bite.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Glasgow can be uncommonly dreich, smirr blurring the architectural mishmash of the city's skyline.
The east coast plays host to some truly cruel gales, eroding the sharp edges off fishermen's cottages in Fife and Angus.
In the winter months it can feel like the country takes any opportunity to grind to a halt.
The faintest threat of snow causes chaos across road, rail and air.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Journey to Enlightenment

Allow the wind and waves to carry you.”
― Dana Dason

“It is vanity to chase the wind.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita