Quotes About Tempest

Give me the storm and tempest of thought and action, rather than the dead calm of ignorance and faith! Banish me from Eden when you will; but first let me eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge!

Staring down at his napkin, he resembled a scruffy heron. Tempest,

If after every tempest came such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death.

If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have awakened death.

At last I was King, King by my right in Hastur, King because I knew the mystery of the Hyades, and my mind had sounded the depths of the Lake of Hali. I was King! The first grey pencillings of dawn would raise a tempest which would shake two hemispheres.

The ever-new passions which consumed her gave to her life the appearance of those clouds which float in the heavens, reflecting sometimes azure, sometimes fire, sometimes the opaque blackness of the tempest, and which leave no traces upon the earth behind them but devastation and death.

the cries had ceased, and the tempest continued to rage.

In a moment he restrained himself so powerfully that the tempestuous heaving of his breast subsided, as turbulent and foaming waves yield to the sun's genial influence when the cloud has passed.

Woman is the confusion of man, an insatiable beast, a continuous anxiety, an incessant warfare, a daily ruin, a house of tempest and a hindrance to devotion," fulminated the misogynistic Vincent de Beauvais in the thirteenth century.

FRIENDSHIP, n. A ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul. The sea was calm and the sky was blue; Merrily, merrily sailed we two. (High barometer maketh glad.) On the tipsy ship, with a dreadful shout, The tempest descended and we fell out. (O the walking is nasty bad!) Armit Huff Bettle

There is nothing particularly classical about a faun: it is only that the Greeks and Italians have ever had the sharpest eyes. You will find him in the "Tempest" and the "Benedicite;" and any country which has beech clumps and sloping grass and very clear streams may reasonably produce him.

What's past is prologue. William Shakespeare, The Tempest Don't bother me with all that history crap. It just gets in the way of action! United States Army colonel, Vietnam, mid-1960s

For that he was a spirit too delicate To act their earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refusing their grand hests, they did confine him By help of their most potent ministers, And in their most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift Imprisoned, he didst painfully remain. . . . Shakespeare. The Tempest.

And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.

O God, the Rock of Ages, who evermore hast been, what time the tempest rages, our dwelling place serene: before thy first creations, O Lord, the same as now, to endless generations the Everlasting Thou!

You mean we're going chronological order within each author? he gasped. But no one even knows for sure when Shakespeare wrote his plays! Well, I blustered, we know he wrote Romeo and Juliet before The Tempest. I'd like to see that reflected on our shelves. George says that was one of the few times he has seriously contemplated divorce.

For raging wind blows up incessant showers

In times of storm and tempest, of indecision and desolation, a book already known and loved makes better reading than something new and untried. The meeting with remembered and well-loved passages is like the continual greeting of old friends; nothing is so warming and companionable.

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love--put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.

The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.

Cavaliere, - mormorò. - T'amo ancora! - Il Corsaro aveva mandato un grido di gioia suprema e si era stretta al cuore la giovane donna. [...] Ed essi forse ignorano quanto io ti ho amata e quanto io ti ho pianta. Honorata, dopo quella notte fatale che ti abbandonai sola, in mezzo alla tempesta, affidandoti alla misericordia di Dio!...

Nor will God force any door to enter in. He may send a tempest about the house; the wind of His admonishment may burst doors and windows, yea, shake the house to its foundations; but not then, not so, will He enter. The door must be opened by the willing hand, ere the foot of Love will cross the threshold.

However strong, however imposing a ship may appear, it is not 'disgraced' because it flies before the tempest. A commander ought always to remember that a man's life is worth more than the mere satisfaction of his own pride. In any case, to be obstinate is blameable, and to be wilful is dangerous.

The seaman's story is of tempest, the plowman's of his team of bulls; the soldier tells his wounds, the shepherd his tale of sheep.