The roof was a gymnasium for the winds

The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds;
High towers fall with a heavier crash;
And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.

And a church spire sketched on the sky,
of sheet metal and open beams, to resemble
a church spire

If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle.

The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.

Wind is lord and change is sovereign of the strand.

The powerful wind swept his hair away from his face; he leaned his chest into the wind, as if he stood on the deck of a ship heading into the wind, slicing through the waves of an ocean he’d not yet seen.

Whilst I stood, a solemn wind began to blow — the most mournful that ear ever heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a thousand centuries. Many times since, upon a summer day, when the sun is at its hottest, I have heard the same wind arising and uttering the same hollow, solemn, Memnonian, but saintly swell: it is in this world the one sole audible symbol of eternity.

There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze, leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.

The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.

Things can change quickly in the game of thrones. Words are wind, and the wind is always blowing at the Wall.

When the wind blows,the grass bends.