With the wind blowing through the windows, we all had to…

“Eric’s ass is so loose it sounds like wind blowing over a cave entrance when he walks.”

— T.J. Klune

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

— D. H. Lawrence

“I took the brooch because I was too overcome with irresistible temptation. I was imagining I was Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald, and I just had…

— L.M. Montgomery

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the…

— Ralph Marston

Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and…

— Iris Murdoch

“Girl in the wind blowing wide open the closed doors of my life - which way are we going? Standing against the lurid sky…

— Christy Brown

Next to a leisurely walk I enjoy a spin on my tandem bicycle. It is splendid to feel the wind blowing in my face…

— Helen Keller

“ The Infinite It was always dear to me, this solitary hill, and this hedgerow here, that closes out my view, from so much…

— Giacomo Leopardi

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy?…

— Ursula K. Le Guin

John Fiedler's voice was kind of like the wind blowing through tall grass. It sounded homey and it sounded comforting.

— Jim Cummings

“The telephone to Shadow's apartment was silent and dead. He thought about getting it connected, but could think of no one he wanted to…

— Neil Gaiman

The sensitive artist knows that a bitter wind is blowing.

— Herbert Read

Beautiful , Its like everything turning small, The world's shrinking beneath my feet , Its like the crimson roses turning pale , Like the…

— Kevin Knight

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes…

— Raymond Chandler

A little sun, a little rain, A soft wind blowing from the west, And woods and fields are sweet again, And warmth within the…

— Stopford Brooke