Quotes About Storm

The sobs were wrecking her, tossing her like a storm. They built up and died down and built up again. Her father sat listening to the waves, almost reverent, his head bowed as though he were attentive to a sermon

I wish the storm would make even more of a clatter, I wish the roofs would cave in, that spring would never come again, and that the house would blow down.

People—even impetuous children—don't set out to ruin their lives, but sometimes parents can see their children making enormous mistakes from a long way away, just like dark clouds bringing a storm across the sea.

love as if you're riding through the storm of the century. You surf the waves, ride the crests, sail through moonlit waters with ice in your rigging… but you love each other as you go. You love each other as if every day is the only day….

But [sorrows] won't get the better of you if you face 'em together with love and trust. You can weather any storm with them two for compass and pilot.

A storm is coming in and I feared you would be frightened." "I love storms." "We'll see," he said. "I daresay you'll need my strong arms around you to make you feel safe.

It was a dark and stormy night.

I've made myself vulnerable I've let myself care. I've opened my firmly closed heart. My safety is gone It's no longer there My protection is falling apart. Nobody promised Our hearts would be safe Or our bodies protected from harm. A moment can change All we think that we have, Hope will endure through the storm. Troubling a Star Madeleine L'Engle

Peace is the center of the atom, the core of quiet within the storm. It is not a cessation . . .

The success is like an umbrella. It has wires in it called faith. It has no meaning if there is no rain and storm called ebbs and flows of life.

Dark clouds not only bring thunderstorm, They also bring rain.

Happiness is to take up the struggle in the midst of the raging storm not to pluck the lute in the moonlight or recite poetry among the blossoms.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born

We must be the willow, not the oak, in the lowering storm.

not one of them had ever imagined, or could believe, that it might be possible to look at the world through the eye of a storm.

I told my old friend Julia that Tropical Storm Julia had just slammed into the Georgia coast. She said, "We'll have to watch me closely as I seem to be gathering strength.

There is no good that comes from the storm, no silver lining, no Hollywood ending. Death descends. Lives are lost.

It's rainin' like Billy-be-damned out there.

His arms closed around them. While the storm raged outside,he held them protectively. Anna buried her face in one side of his neck,David in the other. His hands cupped the backs of their heads,pressing them closer.Things were hurled against the cellar door with such impetus that David's small fist gripped a handful of his shirt. And he knew that this was what mattered. They mattered. He mattered to them. All the rest of it all the rest of it evaporated into insignificance..

Lafayette lifted his glass at one reception to toast 'the perpetual union of the United States,' adding, 'it has always saved us in time of storm; one day it will save the world.'" Whether

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness that characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

Good evening, sir. A bit gusty?" "Very much so, sergeant," I replied. "I think I will step into your hut for a moment and light my pipe if I may." "Certainly, sir. Matches are too scarce nowadays to take risks with 'em. But it looks as if the storm had blown over.

The rain fell like dead bullets.

Thou, Spirit of the Earth, art nearer: Even now my powers are loftier, clearer; I glow, as drunk with new-made wine: New strength and heart to meet the world incite me, The woe of earth, the bliss of earth, invite me, And though the shock of storms may smite me, No crash of shipwreck shall have power to fright me!