• The blossom that opens in the morning

is scattered by the evening breeze, and the dew, condensed in hours of darkness before dawn, is dispelled by the rays of the morning sun. Heedless or willfully ignorant of this procession of changes, we dream of prosperity all through life and, without understanding the nature of transience, hope for longevity.

All the while, across the face of the earth moves the restless wind of impermanence, dissolving all that it touches.” — Hōnen

• “Let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.” — Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
• "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture on the lonely sure; there is society, where none intrudes; by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more..." -- Lord Byron