Quote by J.F. Penn

“Every time that the wind blows it bears with it more of the dreams of men than of the clouds of heaven.”

— Victor Hugo

“He pulled the door closed and the wind became just the slightest rush of air against the rolled-up windows. There was suddenly a pleasant…

— Alice McDermott

“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

“I clung to him while, overhead, the clouds burst forth a final brilliant streak of golden red, as if the gates of heaven themselves…

— Susanna Kearsley

“I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come…

— Emily Brontë

“The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in…

— Zora Neale Hurston

“It was either the wind or the spirit of the house itself, briefly unsettled by our nocturnal absence but to old to be surprised…

— Michael Cunningham

“I became the very air; I was full of stars. I was the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath…

— Rachel Hartman

“The house gulped in a big breath of fresh air, like some frantic drowning thing breaking the water's surface and gasping for life. It…

— Rachel Autumn Deering

“When I raised my head and took my next breath, the air smelled like life. There were pieces of me the wind would keep,…

— Ed Abell

“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

“Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for, Holding open…

— Robert Frost