Quotes About Storm

Before anything else could be said, Lorren stormed into the room. His normally placid expression was fierce and hard. I felt myself sweat cold and I thought of what Teccam wrote in his Theophany: There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

Remember: there are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man." The sailor passed us and hit the

Recuerda que todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: la tormenta en el mar, una noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.

Todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: una tormenta en el mar, una noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre apacible.

Entonces de repente –éste era el sentido del ejercicio-, el odio brotaba en él con violencia de orgasmo, estallando como una tormenta contra aquellos olores que habían osado ofender su ilustre nariz. Caía sobre ellos como granizo sobre un campo de trigo, los pulverizaba como una furioso huracán y los ahogaba bajo un diluvio purificador de agua destilada. Tan justa era su cólera y tan grande su venganza.

For several hours we were thrown and battered — till suddenly calm felt — the calmest calm I have ever experienced at sea. God had willed us to enter the eye — you know about it? the still centre of the storm — where we lay at rest — surrounded by hundreds of seabirds, also resting on the water.

He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful. - Tim Latimer

Louis could never shake the suspicion that some people, whether consciously or not, called the storm to themselves.

Outside, the storm picked up, dropping a soundless sheet of white.

I hoped that poor soul in the rowboat had found his way to shore. But not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder....

Rough wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for songWild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night longSad storm, whose tears are vain,Bare woods, whose branches strain,Deep caves and dreary main, - Wail, for the world's wrong

The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.

if Christ is in their ship, it means He is also in their storm.

A great loss brings up an emotional storm that opens up a hidden reservoir of childhood pain

The albatross hit the top and canted her soft belly to the storm, and made a screaming banked peel-out downwind and over the other side. I don't know if anyone else on the ship saw her. To me, she was a visitation. Not harbinger or annunciation, but a simple reminder of a wold that worked, that was at home with itself and friends with storm.

Meanwhile, the sky grew dark with clouds and wind, and a heavy rain began to fall. So Ahab rode away and went to Jezreel.

Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?

You snatch me up into the wind and drive me before it; You toss me about in the storm.

The thunder declares His presence; even the cattle regard the rising storm.

The tempest comes from its chamber, and the cold from the driving north winds.

He loads the clouds with moisture; He scatters His lightning through them.

He made darkness His hiding place, and storm clouds a canopy around Him.

I would hurry to my shelter, far from this raging tempest.”