Quotes About Storm

Illium says that perhaps I can use them to flutter someone to death. - Aodhan to Jason, Archangel's Storm

Part of you is the wind," he murmured. "Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests." Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. "Then consider me an endless storm.

Perhaps the storm will do the world a favor and burn Lijuan from existence.

He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy. Now he felt tossed out of it onto the hard, prickly ground. He felt bruised and used.

It's a hot night; the air feels damp, like there's a storm brewing.

When this thing happens, she is calm, floating above the storm, watching the raging sea below.

And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.

The storm raged with renewed power. Visibility was zero. The general lassitude of all members of the party was still very much in evidence." All the world was snow and wind, and there appeared no escape from its hold.

I watched a storm pass to the north, trailing veils of dark rain.

Her foremast was riddled and her foresail collapsed in tatters across the fo'c'sle.

When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the West, it comes with terror like a thunder storm; but when the storm of vision has passed, the world is greener and happier; for wherever the truth of vision comes upon the world, it is like a rain.

On a stop over at Hong Kong airport heading home we phoned the Hipgnosis studio to brief Storm on the cover design for Meddle. The title had been hastily concocted and, maybe inspired by some Zen-like image of water gardens, we told Storm we wanted 'an ear under water'. Time differences meant that neither party was on top form for the telephone discussion, but even across the intervening miles, we could hear the sound of Storm's eyes rolling.

Storm also recalls that Syd adored the Beatles, at a time when most of his friends preferred the Stones.

The world lit up like a silent photograph, flat and grainy, limning the tree stark as a charcoal slash against a parchment sky. Lightning exploded like bluewhite cats-o'-nine-tails until sound rolled and cracked and splintered and Marghe could no longer tell if it was the ground shaking or her muscles; she felt deaf and blind and exposed to her core.

The Christ and his priests were different. They were a storm that would change everything. They read. They would sweep the beach clean. But not of her. That was not her wyrd.

STORM ENDING by Jean Toomer Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . Full-lipped flowers Bitten by the sun Bleeding rain Dripping rain like golden honey— And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.

This was the hubris of mankind, to rally in the face of overwhelming odds, to thread the needle and climb the mountain and survive the storm. He

This was the hubris of mankind, to rally in the face of overwhelming odds, to thread the needle and climb the mountain and survive the storm.

Les vagues déferlaient sur la digue, se brisaient et venaient lécher les vitres du bar en grandes gerbes d'écume mousseuse. On se serait cru dans une bagnole pendant le lavage automatique.

There are some people whose dread of human beings is so morbid that they reach a point where they yearn to see with their own eyes monsters of ever more horrible shapes. And the more nervous they are -the quicker to take fright- the more violent they pray that every storm will be...

Las personas que temen a otros seres humanos desean ver espectros de apariencia todavía más horrible; las que son nerviosas y se asustan con facilidad, rezan para que la tormenta sea lo más violenta posible; y ciertos pintores, que han sufrido a causa de unos fantasmas llamados seres humanos, acaban creyendo en cosas fantásticas y viendo espectros en pleno día, en medio de la naturaleza.

Too many disciples have faith in their faith, or in their joy in the Lord; and when a spiritual storm comes, they have neither faith nor joy. Only one thing can endure, and that is love for God. If such love is not there, we will not recognize the loving voice of God when He cries out to us that He is "our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble … be still, and know that I am God …" (Ps. 46:1, 10a).

World history is [the] conflict of nature in man and apart from man, akin to the other great spectacles of nature... the earthquake, the thunderstorm, the storm. The beauty of destruction, the greatness of the will to win.

Snagging her sou'wester off the hook by the