Quotes About Storm

I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones.

Beneath the skin, there is fear. Pain. Remorse. Yearning. Desire. A fierce longing for power. All of this. We are joined. It is as if we live in the center of a great storm. Around us the world of the realms revolves like a giant kaleidoscope, images refracted again and again. So many worlds! So much to know.

The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn't far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing. Isolated drops fall, licking at my hands, my face, my dress. The quests squawk in surprise, turn their palms up to the sky as if questioning it, and dash for cover.

He stood looking down at her for a moment, then walked to the window and raised it. Let's let the storm in, he said, and then it was with them, filling the half-dark room with sound and vibration. The rain-chilled air washed over her, cool and fresh on her heated skin. She sighed, the small sound drowned out by the din of thunder and rain. There by the window, with the dim grey light outlining the bulge and plane of powerful muscle, Wolf removed his wet clothing.

Miggy sees me watching the approaching wave of dark clouds. Maybe it will slow him down. The guy who's been outfitted by Survivalists R Us? No, he probably has some waterproof supersuit that repels lightning. I hate him so much.

I always enjoyed the hearty society of a snowstorm.

Just like in the eye of the storm there is always comfort within the chaos. Becoming aware of this however, is your responsibility.

Do you wish to take control of your life? Begin by focusing on steering the storm, rather than where the lightening strikes.

Surfers are in tune with the weather because if there's a storm coming, there are waves coming. I love the rain.

Never before have I lived through a storm like the one this night. … The sea has a look of indescribable grandeur, especially when the sun falls on it. One feels as if one is dissolved and merged into Nature. Even more than usual, one feels the insignificance of the individual, and it makes one happy.

I believe one would write better if the climate were bad. If there were a lot of wind and storms for example...

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

Pero las lágrimas son necesarias. ¿No recuerda lo que dice Otelo? "¡Si tras cada tempestad vienen tales calmas, soplen los vientos hasta que despierten a la muerte.

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

Del choque de las nubes resulta la electricidad del relámpago y del relámpago la luz.

He fell to the ground like an olive tree, young, beautiful, strong, covered with white blossoms, suddenly shattered by a bolt of lightning in a storm.

What they would see first would be a darkening of the sky in the east—a change from empty blue to a grey-white that would gradually shade into a heavy, inky purple. And then there would be a wind—the wind that preceded a storm and carried the smell of rain on its breath.

O amor cativa qualquer idade, Mas, para os corações juvenis, Seus surtos são como tempestade Que varre os campos primaveris.

Por colinas, caballos veloces aplastaban la nieve profunda… A un lado un templo sagrado solitario asomaba al camino. ………………… Mas de pronto estalló la nevasca, y la nieve cayó a grandes copos. En el ala azabache un silbido, sobrevuela un cuervo el trineo. ¡El gemido auguraba desdichas! Los caballos de andar presuroso oteaban las sombras lejanas, y alzando sus crines… ZHUKOVSKI

I've lived to see my longings die I've lived to se my longings die: My dreams and I have grown apart; Now only sorrow haunts my eye, The wages of a bitter heart. Beneath the storms of hostile fate, My flowery wreath has faded fast; I live alone and sadly wait To see when death will come at last. Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!

But excessive grief is like a storm at sea, where the frail bark is tossed from the depths to the top of the wave.

Some wag remarked that the worst dust storm in history would happen if all church members who were neglecting their Bibles dusted them off simultaneously.

Thunder sounded, very near, and the child woke.

They sicken at the calm that know the storm.