Quotes About Storm

Si se ve envuelto en una tormenta en este instante, no tema pedirle a Dios que le salve.

Fate whispers to the wolf; "you cannot withstand the storm" and the wolf whispers back, "I am the storm.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

The rain fell in torrents, like God had sucked up the ocean and spit it out over their heads in fury.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling outside, as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Se volteo para mirar justo en el momento en que comenzaba a llover, como si la tormenta hubiese decido finalmente echarse a llorar de vergüenza por lo que les había echo.

And then Thomas, still in shock over the sheer power of the lightning bursts, followed his friends, stepping into the gloom. He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling outside, as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Youth and athleticism are a wonderful combination: not even a sudden murder can quell the storm in a young man's flannels.

Evil? What is that? ...You said you were death itself. Are you evil, then, or are you simply stronger and more awake than others? Who gives more shape to sentient history: the good, who adhere to the tried and true, or those who seek to rouse beings from their stupor and lead them to glory? A storm you are, but a much needed one, to wash away the old and complacent and prune the galaxy of deadweight." -Plagueis

In making God our buddy, we find Him nice for cuddling but not much help when the hurricane comes. UNFULFILLED LONGING FOR

Words do nothing against them in the short term, so we bow to the storm winds and wait. We wait, and we have faith.

Pumpkin-sized hail pelted all around. The roof of the Cat rang with their impacts, denting toward them.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling...

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

In the storm, like a prophet o'ermaddened, Thou singest and tossest thy branches; Thy heart with the terror is gladdened, Thou forebodest the dread avalanches.... In the calm thou o'erstretchest the valleys With thine arms, as if blessings imploring, Like an old king led forth from his palace, When his people to battle are pouring...

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song,— One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull...

and the green lawn, the gaudy tulips, were hushed and expectant beneath the overcast sky. Somewhere a shutter creaked. Above my head, in the wicked black claws of an elm, a marooned kite rattled convulsively, then was still. This is Kansas, I thought. This is Kansas before the cyclone hits.

sky darkened rapidly, darker every second; the wind rustled the trees in the park and the new leaves on the trees stood out tender and yellow against black clouds.

Hushabye baby lulled by the storm if you don't harm her she'll do you no harm

The sea demands a man who knows the sea and respects it. A man who is prepared to be lonely. There is no isolation like that of the helm in a storm, except the isolation when it is windless.

The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he'd lost the argument.

The computer started to sing. "'When you walk through the storm …'" it whined nasally, "'hold your head up high …'" Zaphod screamed at it to shut up, but his voice was lost in the din of what they quite naturally assumed was approaching destruction.

Five wild Event Maelstroms swirled in vicious storms of unreason and spewed up a pavement.

Lightning belted through the sky, and someone seemed to be pouring something which closely resembled the Atlantic Ocean over them, through a sieve.