Quotes About Lightning

My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three

One corner of his mouth twitched. "Should I consider that a warning?" "Just don't be surprised if you find yourself riding a bolt of lightning if you piss me off." "I'm into kinky shit, so that works.

Just don't be surprised if you find yourself riding a bolt of lightning if you piss me off." "I'm into kinky shit, so that works.

As I watched that single thread of lightning billow through the water above me like the aurora borealis, I imagined the heavy cord of time stretching away from me in the water like the hard, thick rope on a great ship.

It is a long time,' repeated his wife; 'and when is it not a long time? Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.' 'It does not take a long time to strike a man with Lightning,' said Defarge. 'How long,' demanded madame, composedly, 'does it take to make and store the lightning? Tell me?

I love the thunder rumbling, crashing, Peal after peal along the skies; While from the clouds the lightning flashing In deathful splendour, strikes, destroys.

Ceraunoscopy, n. Divination by thunder and lightning.

Lightning flashes her blinding passion, Thunder booms his primal reply.

Mysterious opals contain the wonders of the skies — sparkling rainbows, fireworks and lightning, shifting and moving in their depths.

A poet trains himself to stand out in a storm and be struck by lightning. If he is lucky enough to be struck six times, he becomes immortal. Randall Jarrell said it, and he's right.

More Weather Divinations. — Ceraunoscopy, n. Divination by thunder and lightning.

Across the Bay, lightning walked on awkward stilts

Now what looks like smoke is only mare's tails—clouds streaming—and as the season changes, my young dog and I wonder if raindrops might not be shattered lightning.

His thinking was a dusk of doubt and selfmistrust lit up at moments by the lightnings of intuition, but lightnings of so clear a splendour that in those moments the world perished about his feet as if it had been fireconsumed: and thereafter his tongue grew heavy and he met the eyes of others with unanswering eyes for he felt that the spirit of beauty had folded him round like a mantle and that in revery at leas he had been acquainted with nobility.

Gretchen, talent doesn't have anything to do with a person's background or education. Did you ever see Amadeus? It's the story of Mozart and his rivalry with Antonio Salieri. Salieri hated Mozart because he thought God had given this great talent to an undeserving idiot. Talent isn't earned, it's given. It's like getting hit by lightning in the middle of a wet pasture. People don't sign up for it.

Saints don't heed warnings because they consider them irrelevant. Fools don't heed them because they think the lightning dancing across the sky, the thunder rolling through the woods, are only there to enhance their lives in some mysterious way.

Fang: Have you guys been playing in the toxic waste again? Been bitten by a radioactive spider? Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum?

Have you guys been playing in toxic waste again? Fang asked severely, putting his hands on his hips. Nudge giggled. No. Been bitten by a radioactive spider? Fang went on. Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum? No, no, no, said Iggy. He started reaching for things around the table, and his hand landed on Total. You're black. I prefer canine-American. said Total. When's that pie coming? I'm starving.

Reading about the adventures of Poseidon and his Lightning Thief son are even better when you're on the open sea breathing in all that salty air.)

Unfortunately, if you've ever been in southern Georgia on the beaches in a lightning storm, if you're out there, you're in great, great danger, and you can be killed very, very quickly.

We sail across dominions barely seen, washed by the swells of time. We plow through fields of magnetism. Past and future come together on thunderheads and our dead hearts live with lightning in the wounds of the Gods.

you are you and your body of steam, you and your face of night, you and your hair, unhurried lightning, you cross the street and enter my forehead, footsteps of water across my eyes, listen to me as one listens to the rain

There was a crack of thunder so loud I was convinced I'd been struck by lightning for lying.

Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain.