Quotes About Storm

A quanto pare, i cristalli di neve con le loro forme uniche ostacolano la propagazione del suono e portano la quiete ovunque. Ma io la sento lo stesso... Quella voce che grida di solitudine in mezzo alla bufera.

Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to it growling.

Lightning can strike ten miles ahead of the storm where skies are still blue—hence the phrase a bolt out of the blue.

The safety rule is to wait at least thirty minutes after a storm has passed before venturing out.

Endless peace and a certain desolation – especially in the evenings. It's been stormy nearly all the time and out on the point the house has been thoroughly ventilated. Breakers all round and the weirdest illusory sensation of voices, steps and music in the wind. In particular, the acoustic phenomenon of rhythmic violin music when I want to sleep has been a bit disturbing. You become different and think new thoughts when you live a long time alone with the sea and yourself.

Baby's got blue skies up ahead But in this, I'm a rain-cloud Ours is a stormy kind of love

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

Like a person in a storm desperately grasping at a lamppost, he clung to his daily routine.

En los ojos del espantoso intérprete brillaba un ansia de destrucción tan burlona, y sus delgados labios se movían de modo tan lúgubremente agitado, que parecía como si murmurara antiquísimas y malvadas palabras mágicas para conjurar la tempestad y desencadenar los espíritus malignos que yacen atrapados en las profundidades abismales del mar.

Masculine exhalations are, as a rule, stronger, more vivid,more widely differentiated than those of women. In the odor of young men there is something elemental, as of fire, storm, and salt sea. It pulsates with buoyancy and desire. It suggests all the things strong and beautiful and joyous and gives me a sense of physical happiness.

You're always in the storm's eye, so to speak, when you're with the Yankees.

There are a lot of 'chicken Christians.' Chickens are generally afraid of life, and they seldom fly or reach their potential in life. And when a storm comes, all they seem to do is flap around the chicken yard, stirring up dirt and running to the chicken house.

Flying into a storm, even its outer edges, did not seem like a good idea to me. And this was no ordinary tempest. Everyone on the bridge knew what it was: the Devil's Fist, a near-eternal typhoon that migrated about the North Indian basin year-round. She was infamous, and earned her name by striking airships out of the sky.

We are born more dead than when we die after we have searched death through the storm of the instants of our entire life.

And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.

And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.

Todo podría ser aún reparado; sólo desea vivir tranquila y en un ambiente íntimo y natural; no provocar más al destino, ese misterioso adversario cuya fuerza y malignidad comprende ahora por primera vez. Pero precisamente en el momento en que todo en su corazón ansía la calma, el barómetro de la época marca tempestad.

Piovi pure, cielo nero, grandina, e tu, vento, soffiaci contro. Noi abbiamo sempre mangiato pane e tempesta. E terremo duro.

I couldn't have asked for a better kid. She's our own little Buddha baby so far. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop to tell you the truth. It's like the calm before the storm.

Hunter recognized the old seaman's trick for locating the eye of a hurricane. If you stood with your arms out and your back to the wind, the eye of the storm was always two points forward of the left hand's direction.

If a hurricane is another night in a bad marriage, a tornado is a blind date.

We sat there wrapping our heads around what we'd done." Six years after the storm, Uccellini described the advances in weather prediction from about the end of World War II as "one of the major intellectual achievements of the twentieth century.

The reader is to be pulled in by the preponderance of the evidence that he or she has been sifting through. As you read, the details fall like snow that suddenly is ash. The character is clearly visible once he is coated, like a status in the town square after such a storm, with a film of detail.

In the hour before a thunderstorm, the color of the forest deepens: the pine needles take on a dense vibrant greenness they possess at no other time, the slender trunks go black, and the leaden sky above sinks lower by the minute.