Quotes About Storm

Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

When two who have suffered find each other, the bond is like steel. They become each others' soul mates and comfort from the storm of life. At the same time, they stir the deepest, darkest desires in each other.

Just be strong enough to fight adversity with pride and satisfaction. Strong walls may shake up in storm but they never collapses and remain straight with pride.

My body felt hollow in its relief, as if a storm had gone through.

Plus tard , Achille dort à côté de moi. L'orage annoncé par Ulysse est arrivé, et le tissu rugueux de la tente tremble sous sa force. j'entends les vagues cinglantes gifler la grève , comme un reproche. Achille remue, et l'air remue avec lui, répandant la douce odeur musquée de son corps. Je pense que c'est ce qui va me manquer. Je pense que je me tuerai plutôt que de vivre ce manque et je me demande combien de temps il nous reste.

His hands were in his lap, spear-callused but beautiful still. No hands had ever been so gentle, or so deadly. Overhead, the stars were veiled. I could feel the air's heaviness. There would be a storm tonight. The rain would be soaking, filling up the earth till she burst her seams. It would gush down from the mountaintops, gathering strength to sweep away what stood in its path: animals and houses and men. He is such a flood, I thought.

Il ressemblait à un orage d'été, dont la foudre illumine le ciel pâle. En sa présence, tout le reste s'estompait.

Vaya por Dios! Se avecina una buena tormenta. Fina volvió a la sala. Esta vez fue derecha a la llave de la luz y encendió las lámparas sin preocuparse de la reacción de su marido. Pero el doctor Freire no hizo ningún comentario. Dijo: «¿Has oído, Fina? Los ratones andan por el desván». De inmediato, tradujo literalmente la frase al inglés. El doctor Kimball hizo un gesto de entender el significado. Los ratones. Los truenos. Rieron.

despite the wounds from which he still suffers, the author of Reveries displays a remarkable serenity here; it is the calm after the storm, the evening glow, the feeling perhaps that despite everything, something was accomplished.

That's a storm that's going to last untilThe final wind blows… and when the wind blows,The Cradle Will Rock.

How pleasant it is', says the Roman poet, 'to listen to a storm from the safe shelter of the shore.

Thunderstorms oft spurred these sorts of suppositions. "Maybe God is bursting with tears and he's flickering lights in His invisible bedroom

I longed for nothing more than to behold a stormy sea, less as a mighty spectacle than as a momentary revelation of the true life of nature;

When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Méséglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.

What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)

I was awakened by a tremendous earthquake, and though I hadn ever before enjoyed a storm of this sort, the strange thrilling motion could not be mistaken, and I ran out of my cabin, both glad and frightened, shouting, A noble earthquake! A noble earthquake feeling sure I was going to learn something.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

Joseph saw how he could make a gesture with his arms and hands, that would sweep in and indicate and symbolize the ripe stars and the whole cup of the sky, the land, eddied with black trees, and the crested waves that were the mountains, an earth storm, frozen in the peak of its rushing, or stone breakers moving eastward with infinite slowness. Joseph wondered whether there were any words to say these things. He said, I like the night. It's more strong than the day.

Faith is the sturdiest the most manly of the virtues. It lies behind our pluckiest... strivings. It is the virtue of the storm just as happiness is the virtue of the sunshine.

She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.

By fire, fever, storm and sword, your blood shall suffer this bane. No peace or joy for Wintersloe's lord, till the puzzle ring is whole again

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear.