Quotes About Storm

Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.

There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

Dark nights are unpleasant, Yes, for strangers to travel, The clouds are heavy. Yes, a storm is approaching.

All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage.

But these events had touched her so little - like the echo of thunder from the mountains after a storm had passed over the countryside and was far away.

I'd open my eyes and look out at the aching blue of the ocean–a color I had never seen in nature and that most likely only exists in the middle of the Atlantic, a gray blue like a storm cloud full of unspent lightning and unfallen rain.

Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like ships driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish

Multe minuni sunt pe lume dar nici una ca inima omului minunat?, el omul care pluteÈ™te dincolo de marea înz?pezit? È™i str?bate dus de vânturile aduc?toare de furtuni ale sudului.

it reels under a wild storm of blood, wave after wave battering Thebes.

In a storm, I think, 'What if the gospel be not true? Then thou art, of all men, most foolish. For what has thou given up thy goods, thy ease, thy friends, thy reputation, thy country, thy life?'

Sometimes the greatest storms bring out the greatest beauty… Life can be a storm, but your hope is a rainbow and your friends and family are the gold.

For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.

Your anger is like a violent storm, Cade. Your emotions swirl, churning inside of you. You have to find a place of peace within that anger. An "eye" in the storm. You must center yourself within that calm eye -- in the Light. You think you cannot know peace, but the possibility of peace is all around you. If a thought or memory intrudes on your meditation, it must be like the shadow of a cloud passing across a moon. Let it go.

Take an umbrella, it's raining.

Miss Destiny said, "there is a God, and He is one hell of a joker. Just—look—" and she indicates her lovely green satin dress and then waves her hand over the entire room. "Trapped! . . . But one day, in the most lavish drag youve evuh seen—heels! and gown! and beads! and spangled earrings!—Im going to storm heaven and protest! Here I am!!!!! I'll yell—and I'll shake my beads at Him. . . . And God will cringe!

[Rain] is beautiful when it comes hurried and passionate, fleeing from the storm wind, hurled, like a volley of small musketry, against your streaming panes.... It is beautiful in the Midsummer, when it comes in light, soft showers, or, more in earnest, accompanied with thunder-music, straight and heavy; when, as the poet says— "Rolling as in sleep, Low thunders bring the mellow rain."

There is a god somewhere that is angry because we're combining stuff like Cutty Sark with fifty-year-old Laphroaig," Paula said. "We are one day going to run afoul of him and he will raise a great storm to punish us.

If Fastnet 79 teaches us anything universal, it is that the best storm tactic often is unrelenting human resourcefulness, courage, and spirit.

Mont-Blanc was chugging up the coast, burrowing through the deep waves kicked up by a coastal storm and weighed down with 6 million pounds of high explosives to attack German soldiers.

The wind had flung the sand thirty thousand feet into the sky above the desert in a blinding cloud from the Niger to the Nile, and somewhere in it was the airplane.

It's all the old tales sailors tell about Finns. How they are a race of magicians and warlocks. How they can sing up a storm any time they've a mind to. Why, back in the old sailing days you'd be hard put to find a captain who would sign up a Finn—or a crew who would tolerate having him aboard!

Ed essi ignorano quanto io ti ho amata e quanto io ti ho pianta. Honorata, dopo quella notte fatale che ti abbandonai sola, in mezzo alla tempesta, affidandoti alla misericordia di Dio!...

she was crazy, and her mother Joanna just wanted her to stop challenging Mother Nature by running headlong into dangerous storms. But like her dad, Alicia didn't run away from storms; she ran toward them. While

Or, if needing years to wake thee From thy slumbrous solitudes, Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee To the friendly, sleeping woods. Sweeter dreams are in the forest, Round thee storms would never rave; And when need of rest is sorest, Glide thou then into thy cave.