Quotes About Thunder

we had come with the thunder and now left with the dawn.

And it comes to me that the echoes of my own life will likely die away in that way thunder does. But this life, what a shining thing—it is enough.

Go, be boiling clouds and lightning spears and sky-splitting roars.

Como se dice comúnmente, sé rápido como el trueno que retumba antes de que hayas podido taparte los oídos, veloz como el relámpago que relumbra antes de haber podido pestañear.

Sé rápido como el trueno que retumba antes de que hayas podido taparte los oídos, veloz como el relámpago que relumbra antes de haber podido pestañear.

fear and courage are like thunder and lightning. They start out at the same time, it's just that the fear always hits first. If we wait long enough, the courage we need will be along soon.

I kept thinking we were trapped in hell. Infernal, lung-curdling smoke? Check. Eardrum-bursting, satanic thunder? Check. Multitudes of shrieking imps? Check. [...] I had the gut feeling I was trapped there eternally, back behind First Baptist's aluminum-sided temple.

Be careful what you wish for,her mind thundered.

And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

Yo, por ejemplo, nunca uso el verbo «escuchar», que significa oír con atención. ¿Y por qué? Porque no me gusta, porque no lo necesito, porque está de moda. A mí con «oír» me basta porque me sirve tanto para un trueno como para un discurso. Si el presidente escucha un trueno, yo lo oigo. El presidente es un atropellador del idioma, un ignorante, un abusivo, un vivo: yo ya estoy muerto.

My horse's feet are as swift as rolling thunder He carries me away from all my fears And when the world threatens to fall asunder His mane is there to wipe away my tears.

DIS ... DIS ... DIS ... it was a word it was a planet and the word thundered like a drum a drum the sound of its thunder surrounded and was a wasteland a planet of death a planet where living was dying and dying was very better than living DIS

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something.

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.

My soundless feet shall fly among the runners Through the red thunders of a Zeppelin raid, My still voice cheer the Anti-Aircraft gunners, The fires shall glare - but I shall cast no shade.

Surely psychoanalysis was the greatest kill-joy of the delicious pangs of love since the Church had ceased to thunder.

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

Once, a moonbeam glanced off silver, illuminating the dark silhouette of Elric, but, as if repelled by the sight of a living creature on that bleak hill, the moon once again slunk behind its cloud-shield, leaving Elric thinking deeply. Leaving Elric in the darkness he desired. Thunder rumbled over distant mountains, sounding like the laughter of far-off gods. Elric shivered, pulled his blue cloak more tightly about him, and continued to stare over the misted lowlands.

Wherever Hana is now, in the future, she is aware of the line of movement Kip's body followed out of her life. Her mind repeats it. The path he slammed through among them. When he turned into a stone of silence in their midst. She recalls everything of that August day— what the sky was like, the objects on the table in front of her going dark under the thunder.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze, leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping, Of February, in sobs and ink, Write poems, while the slush in thunder Is burning in the black of spring.

hat is what makes for the horror of life all around. How does it stun you—with thunder and lightning? No, with sidelong glances and whispers of calumny. It's all trickery and ambiguity. A single thread is like a spiderweb, pull and it's gone, but try to free yourself and you get even more entangled.