Quote by Cynthia Voigt

“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.”

— Hafsah Laziaf

“Well, as to that, some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied.” He shrugged. “In the…

— George R.R. Martin

“His words were so soft that the wind nearly destroyed them.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

“The wind blew the dust along the ground into his mouth as he sang.”

— Paul Bowles

“None of it was important now. The wind blew it out of his head.”

— Ernest Hemingway

“And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried…

— Arthur Golden

“The wind chime sounded like a spoon clanging against a cereal bowl, and I was glad I was having soup for breakfast.”

— Jarod Kintz

“There were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.”

— Sarah J. Maas

“It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.”

— Jessie Douglas Kerruish

“He shook his head slowly from side to side, as though it were very heavy. I could almost hear the contents sloshing.”

— Diana Gabaldon

“Some element in the air between us changed, as though a wind that had been blowing gently had come to an abrupt stillness.”

— Tan Twan Eng

“Gimme eat, I said,” he ordered loudly in harsh tones that rumbled ominously through the silent tent like claps of distant thunder.”

— Joseph Heller