Quotes About Thunder

Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that. Crack. The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Viserys around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking.

Despite the sound-deadened walls he could hear the thunder and feel the building shake as four thousand impassioned souls in the sanctuary next door stomped and clapped and laughed and cried and sang, as the service rose to a crescendo.

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

The great blind King sat his ass back down. And if you were any other living thing you might say he sulked a little. His lower lip pouching out. His brows sinking lower. Then in a bid to calm himself, which he would of denied,he reached down and petted George. That golden retriever was the sunshine to Wraith's thunder.

The great blind King sat his ass back down. And if you were any other living thing you might say he sulked a little. His lower lip pooching out. His brows sinking lower. Then in a bid to calm himself, which he would of denied, he reached down and petted George. That golden retriever was the sunshine to Wraith's thunder.

The sky was overcast with thick, grey clouds drifting in the direction of Idasa. That meant rain. It would come, as long as the clouds drifted in that direction. Lightening flashes momentarily parted the clouds...Shango, the god of lightening and thunder, was registering his anger as this strange talk of a new God is taking hold of simple folk who were once unquestioning votaries of his order. The new malady must be nipped in the bud.

Twere better far That gods should quaff their nectar merrily, And men sing out the day like grasshoppers, So may they haply lull the watchful thunder.

I can sometimes lose track of time when staring at a sky filled with wind-whipped clouds, and when I hear thunder rumbling, I always draw near the window to watch for lightning. When the next brilliant flash illuminates the sky, I often find myself filled with longing, though I'm at a loss to tell you what it is that I feel my life is missing.

My name is Bolt, Lightning Bolt.

What do you mean, one of ours?" Why had she agreed to stay and protect Raven? Something evil was watching them, and she couldn't ferret it out. Jacques, where are you? "The lightning and thunder," Raven replied easily. "One of our males is upset." "Great. Tantrums, that's all we need," Shea said moodily.

The lightning and thunder," Raven replied easily. "One of our males is upset." "Great. Tantrums, that's all we need," Shea said moodily. Jacques hadn't answered her. Where was he? Couldn't he feel her need? Raven laughed. "They are great for that, aren't they?

Sire! do not break out into thunder over such a nonentity as myself. God's great thunderbolts are not for bombarding lettuces.

The grandeur of each mountain peak That rears to heaven its granite form; The craggy cliffs where eagles shriek Amid the thunder and the storm.

Si el sueño elegía al soñador, entonces el suyo había elegido mal. Necesitaba a alguien mucho más audaz que él. Necesitaba trueno, avalancha, grito de guerra y torbellino. Necesitaba fuego.

Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.

The ender dragon chortled. It sounded like thunder broken across the knee of the world. I am the infinite lightning night-lizard at the end of the universe. I am the master of time and death. The fire of creation is my youngest brother. In my stomach, galaxies churn in cosmic acid and are digested into meaninglessness. ED opened one vast violet eye. You can't fool me with a pumpkin, dummy.

IL TUONO E nella notte nera come il nulla, a un tratto, col fragor d'arduo dirupo che frana, il tuono rimbombò di schianto: rimbombò, rimbalzò, rotolò cupo, e tacque, e poi rimareggiò rinfranto, e poi vanì. Soave allora un canto s'udì di madre, e il moto di una culla.

They are fools, who reckon Elua a soft god, fit only for the worship of starry-eyed lovers. Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in it's wake.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

But Quintilius Rousse's sailors grinned in the saddle, saluting, and rode out in a thunder, horses trampling their own long shadows as they set their heads to the east.

the lady is a wonder daughter of the thunder smashing cages legislating rages with the voice of ages singing us through.

She had known his father when lightning flashed and thunder rolled through Heaven, and his father said: 'Listen. God is talking.' She had known him in the mornings of that far-off country when his father turned on his bed and opened his eyes, and she had looked into those eyes, seeing what they held, and she had not been afraid.

There is a blood-red thunder all around you, a blinding light flashes from time to time, voices roar and cease, roar and cease, you are in the grip of an unknowable agony, it is in your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your breath, an intolerable labor- and, no, it is not at all like approaching an orgasm, an orgasm implying relief, even, sometimes, however desperately, implying the hope of love. Love and death are connected, but not in the place I was that day.

I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.