Depiction Quote by Arthur Conan Doyle

“The wind played in her hair. The moon looked down from its throne in the royal purple sky and smiled at her. The night…

— Thea Harrison

“Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mist out of earshot.”

— Dag Hammarskjöld

“a wind howling began, which seemed to form all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of…

— Bram Stoker

“It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan…

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

“Sometimes, on days when the weather was beyond redemption, mere residence in the house, situated in the midst of a steady and continuous rain,…

— Marcel Proust

“The trees on either side were very tall and thin, like long, skeletal fingers reaching to the sky. The few remaining leaves were still…

— S.J. Bolton

“They fluttered and rustled ceaselessly through the air from all the tree-tops and branches. A delicate silvery sound was falling constantly to earth. It…

— Felix Salten

“Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the…

— Truman Capote

“Out of a still, clear day, the wind suddenly picked up. It bowed the grass in his direction, unaccountably lifting his spirits and making…

— Nancy Pickard

“What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths…

— E. Nesbit

“Magical flowers were humming. The turf slopes cradled *him.* Beasts of a fabulous elegance were circulating. Storm clouds were piling up on the rising…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Moonlight faded after a time, and with it that distant specter of the mountain; then the triple mischiefs of darkness, cold, and wind increased…

— James Hilton