Quotes About Lightning

If you are caught on a golf course during a storm and are afraid of lightning, hold up a 1-iron. Not even God can hit a 1-iron.

May I be awoken by the thunder of Zeus & touched by his lighting. It only need strike once. Once is enough to ignite the soul with purpose.

I was watching him crawl, Back over the wall-! Then bang! Crash! And the lightning flash! And- well, that's another story, Never mind- Anyway...

L'amore ci si parò dinanzi come un assassino sbuca fuori in un vicolo, quasi uscisse dalla terra, e ci colpì subito entrambi. Così colpisce il fulmine, così colpisce un coltello a serramanico!

L'amore ci aveva sorpreso inatteso e violento come un assassino che sbuchi fuori d'improvviso, e ci aveva pugnalato entrambi. Così colpisce il fulmine, così colpisce la lama finnica.

Perhaps [transgression] is like a flash of lightning in the night which, from the beginning of time, gives a dense and black intensity to the night it denies, which lights up the night from the inside, from top to bottom, yet owes to the dark the stark clarity of its manifestation, its harrowing and poised singularity.

Eroticism releases, ever so slightly, great lightning flashes that, on occasion, reveal to us the true nature of a given organ, suddenly restoring both its whole reality and its hallucinatory force, while simultaneously installing as sovereign goddess the abolition of hierarchies- those hierarchies within which we habitually grade, for better or for worse, the different parts of the body.

Love the vocal on Lightning. Overall great EP. We Sink is a favorite as well.

and love was lightning and remembrance

If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!

Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos were lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armor and shouting 'All Gods are bastards.

The storm walked around the hills on legs of lightning, shouting and grumbling.

Igor?' said Moist. 'You have an Igor?' Oh, yes,' said Hubert. 'That's how I get this wonderful light. They know the secret of storing lightning in jars! But don't let that worry you, Mr Lipspick. Just because I'm employing an Igor and working in a cellar doesn't mean I'm some sort of madman, ha ha ha!' Ha ha,' agreed Moist. Ha hah hah!,' said Hubert. 'Hahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahahhhhh!!!!!-' Bent slapped him on the back. Hubert coughed. Sorry about that, it's the air down here,' he mumbled.

Now there's a power," he said. "Harnessing the lightning! The dream of mankind!" The Unnamed Boat surged forward. "Is it? It's not my dream," said Didactylos. "I always dream of a giant carrot chasing me through a field of lobsters.

Por qué tenemos que amar donde cae el relámpago y no donde nosotros elegimos?... Pero me alegro que seas tú, pequeño principe. Me alegro que seas tú.

For a time he watched the Captain's unconscious face, reading it with great tenderness and utmost attention, like a mother with an infant. His words said, Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose? And they said, But I'm glad it's you, little prince. I'm glad it's you. He put out his huge hand and, with a feather touch, stroked the sleeping lips.

In general, the specific words in metaphoric language are less important than the concepts that the metaphors are comparing. Critics often pay attention to metaphoric words instead of concepts, simply because words are easier to identify. It's straightforward to decide that a metaphor includes the word like and therefore is a simile. It's harder to pinpoint what's wrong with lightning that pirouettes or what's interesting about a window that resembles an eye.

In the midst of our lives, of our freedom and our struggles, we have to make a radical, absolute decision. And we never know when lightening will strike us out of the blue. It may be when we least expect to be asked whether we have the absolute faith and trust to say yes

The stream of love breaks down Fluid lightning The flash of vibrating being But also the flash of darkness The light of Beatrice's eyes, their lightning flash How am I to understand this? How to understand unknowing That I do not!

The American bartender of the 'Gay Nineties' was an institution. His fame spread to the four corners of the globe, and visitors to our shores from the continent bowed before his skill in concocting tempting mixtures of 'liquid lightening.' He was and still is in a class by himself. We may go to Europe for our chefs, but Europe comes to us for its bartenders," wrote W. C. Whitfield in his 1939 book Just Cocktails.

The heavenly host presented themselves around this throne, the bene ha Elohim, or Sons of God, ten thousand times ten thousand of his holy ones, the divine council. Their presence flashed like lightning that would burn out the eyes of any human being in the flesh.

Suddenly, a light from heaven burned down upon the two angels and they were gone, translated up to heaven. • • • • • All along the Valley of Siddim, the long, gigantic rift began to spasm. Large fractures opened in the crust. Massive amounts of heat and gas escaped into the air. The land rolled like a tsunami wave of earth. Up above, lightning joined the thunder in the black heap of cumulus storm clouds.

Then the lightning struck. A massive display of multiple lightning strikes painted the sky with a frightening brush. It lit the combustible elements in the whirlwind. A rainstorm of fire and brimstone from heaven engulfed the four cities of the plain in a furnace of sulfurous flames. Nothing survived.

But he was not merely a serpent. His name in another sense meant 'brazen brightness,' and like other Watchers, he was a Shining One. His body was like beryl, his face like the appearance of lightning, his eyes like torches of fire, his arms and feet like burnished bronze. The 'Serpent of Eden' became a useful allusion, because he had been cursed by Elohim to crawl the earth away from his heavenly abode with the Sons of God.