Arms Quote by Billy Collins

“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and pressed hard…

— John Forrester

“Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.”

— A.F. Stewart

“He was completely detached from every thing except the story he was writing and he was living in it as he built it. The…

— Ernest Hemingway

“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

“he does not wear a twitching, mobile, human face, but rather a mask, as it were, with its features in dignified equilibrium; he does…

— Friedrich Nietzsche

“When he came home early, he was dreary. There, he'd sit by the fireplace, his worn hands gripping the newspaper a bit too tight,…

— Rana Mohamad

“With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that…

— Sherwood Anderson

“Snow not falling but flying sidewise, and sudden, not signaled by the slow curdling of clouds all day and a flake or two drifting…

— John Crowley

“Like a long sighing of wind in trees it begins, then they sweep into sight, borne now upon a cloud of phantom dust. They…

— William Faulkner

“It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high…

— Cornelia Funke

“I often think of myself as a cloud, wandering, drifting in pristine silence. Then suddenly the landscape changes and I am dark, thunderous, unsurmountable,…

— Jaspreet Mann

“I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Besides the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the…

— Ted Hughes