Quote by Kirsten Arcadio

“and the wind gathered the leaves as a mother gathers her children and blew them irrevocably, lovingly, into the haunted wildness”

— Elliot Mabeuse

“I take the long way home and circle the neighborhood. The leaves have started to fall and collect in small heaps under the carefully…

— Julie Buxbaum

“And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered to the cable-car…

— Jack Kerouac

“I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored. [...] The wind of my life was blowing me away.…

— James Baldwin

“she felt the wind rise, felt the pinprick of pebble and grit against her stockings and her cheeks—the slivered shards of mad sunlight in…

— Alice McDermott

“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 dances on the air for a moment before it falls, too. A fresh gust of wind almost saves it, but a worker catches…

— Ally Condie

“You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance.”

— John Green

“...outrageous flowers swagging off balconies like bright skirts of ballgowns...”

— Frances Mayes

“They stood, a family, and walked out of the mall, into the sunlight, seeking to rearrange the shape of their surroundings, to blow something…

— Kevin Wilson

“I recall the gentle whispers of the autumn wind and our long walks on crunchy leaves.”

— Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave.”

— Brandi L. Bates