Quotes About Storm

Old Mrs. Whiton stopped waving. She stood on the steps of the old house, looking up at the sky, where clouds were piling in the northeast. That meant a storm was coming, and old Mrs. Whiton's eyes flashed. She liked storms. They were a challenge to her. She went into the house, and soon her typewriter keys were clacking wildly, furiously, as though the storm were already there and she were racing the wind of it.

When the voice of medicine can't give you the answers you need and you recognize that the cause of your trouble is spiritual, it's imperative that you learn how to trust in the God that is bigger than your storm. When the only way out, is through, you need to know deep within your heart and soul, that no matter what you go through, the friends of God suffer no permanent harm.

The Resurrection opens up access to His presence. In the presence of God is peace. So if God has entered your soul, then peace can walk into your situations. In this you'll find a rest that can sustain you in any storm of life. No matter how hard the winds blow or waves come crashing in, His peace will prevail evidently and eventually through you.

Presumably a storm did overtake Octavius, for he apparently suffered a shipwreck before reaching his destination.

As if that were not enough, a gale came up in the afternoon, one of the fiercest in living memory

Menodorus, with an experienced eye for the unpredictable Mediterranean weather, sailed out to sea, where he rode out the storm;

Octavian's surviving ships were blown against the craggy coast and pounded against the rocks

Do we not learn in the church that evil has a physical presence, that we may feel it like a cold winter or a coming storm? "Deliver us from evil!" We say it every night.

the gray rain-storm which looked as if it would go on forever and ever. She watched it so long and steadily that the grayness grew heavier and heavier before her eyes and she fell asleep.

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

He whistled at the thought: all those little people down there, surrounded by all this beauty, could not see the horror all around them, the impending storm about to swallow them up, the cancerous darkness that first blinds

She looked as though a breeze would blow her away, yet there was that about her which suggested she might stand untouched in the path of a coriolis storm.

A forty-meter section of the hutment had been blasted away there and the selamlik's doors opened now onto drifting sand. A dust cloud hung low over the outside world blowing from pastel distances. Static lightning crackled from the cloud and the spark flashes of shields being shorted out by the storm's charge could be seen through the haze. The plain surged with figures in combat—Sardaukar and leaping gyrating robed men who seemed to come down out of the storm.

She is the virgin-harlot—witty, vulgar, cruel, as destructive in her whims as a coriolis storm.

She is the virgin-harlot," Bijaz said. "She is vulgar, witty, knowledgeable to a depth that terrifies, cruel when she is most kind, unthinking while she thinks, and when she seeks to build she is as destructive as a coriolis storm.

It is a struggle; for though the black man fights passively, he nevertheless fights; and his passive resistance is more effective at present than active resistance could possibly be. He bears the fury of the storm as does the willow tree.

It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride.

The newer homes did not sustain as much damage because they were built to better safety codes; they were better designed, higher wind loads for the roof. All of those facets made those homes sustain the storm a whole lot better.

Like many animals, wild ponies can sense a drop in barometric pressure. When a storm threatens, they know to seek shelter in hilly areas and huddle together with their rumps facing the oncoming wind.

Immediately surrounding the tranquil eye is the most violent part of the hurricane: the eye wall. The most intense wind speeds at the surface are found there.

While I was living in New York a friend and I flew to Miami and travelled through a storm. I could see lightning strikes through the window. I grabbed my friend's hand tightly and kept repeating: 'We're going to die! We're going to die!' Thank goodness he was there as I don't know what I'd have done if I was on my own.

'Storm Warnings' is a poem about powerlessness - about a force so much greater than our human powers that while it can be measured and even predicted, it is beyond human control. All 'we' can do is create an interior space against the storm, an enclave of self-protection, though the winds of change till penetrate keyholes and 'unsealed apertures.'

The decision by France to resume nuclear testing in the South Pacific has destroyed this hope and raised a storm of protest at home, in the South Pacific and thankfully around the world.

Do you feel all right?" he asked, glancing at her. "You're a little…pink." "I feel fantastic. Probably just the calm before the storm." "Probably," he said. "You do that again tomorrow and I'm tying you down. You make me crazy sometimes." "Jack…" She laughed. "When did you get like this? You're so annoying!" By