1. Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder
2. Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain
3. They sicken of the calm who know the storm
4. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about
5. You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
6. There’s always another storm. It’s the way the world works. Snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, sandstorms, and firestorms. Some are fierce and others are small. You have to deal with each one separately, but you need to keep an eye on whats brewing for tomorrow
7. There is peace even in the storm
8. He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them
9. You can dance in the storm. Don’t wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start, right now; this very moment
10. Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that has nothing to do with you, This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up the sky like pulverized bones
11. Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.
12. Given a choice between my life and yours, I will choose mine. Every time. Without hesitation
13. In the age of technology there is constant access to vast amounts of information. The basket overflows; people get overwhelmed; the eye of the storm is not so much what goes on in the world, it is the confusion of how to think, feel, digest, and react to what goes on
14. The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its best to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up and all the cottage warm
15. By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray as far as the eye could see. They grouped in the road at the top of a rise and looked back. The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world
16. The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the storm. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the storm is your only hope. When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you. Some people never get to see what is inside them; what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never broken open by the storm. So, don’t run from your pain — run into your pain. Let life’s storm shatter you
17. His world looked like a storm. I was going to be its center
18. Clouds, leaves, soil, and wind all offer themselves as signals of changes in the weather. However, not all the storms of life can be predicted
19. You are lightning made flesh. Colder than falling snow. Unstoppable as the desert sands riding the wind. You are Stormling, Aurora Pavan. Believe it.
20. It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.
21. I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
22. The weather is nature’s disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature’s disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men.
23. At that time, I well remember whatever could excite – certain accidents of the weather, for instance, were almost dreaded by me, because they woke the being I was always lulling, and stirred up a craving cry I could not satisfy. One night a thunder-storm broke; a sort of hurricane shook us in our beds: the Catholics rose in panic and prayed to their saints. As for me, the tempest took hold of me with tyranny: I was roughly roused and obliged to live. I got up and dressed myself, and creeping outside the basement close by my bed, sat on its ledge, with my feet on the roof of a lower adjoining building. It was wet, it was wild, it was pitch dark. Within the dormitory they gathered round the night-lamp in consternation, praying loud. I could not go in: too resistless was the delight of staying with the wild hour, black and full of thunder, pealing out such an ode as language never delivered to man – too terribly glorious, the spectacle of clouds, split and pierced by white and blinding bolts.
24. Then the storm broke, and the dragons danced.
25. Stung again by this queen bee of the Loren clan, Marissa shook it off and retorted, “See, that’s just it. I don’t always love Jack Storm. But with all my heart I love Jack Loren.
26. I have both the violent turbulence of the storm and the quiet promises of God in the storm. And what I must work to remember is that something is not necessarily stronger simply because it’s louder.
27. Don’t let the rain drive you to the wrong shelter; the shade can turn out to be your protector and also your destroyer, and sometimes the rain is the perfect protector from the rain
28. It’s not a bad lesson to learn in the bleaker months: how you view a storm is a question of perspective; provided you find the right rock to watch it from, it could be the most incredible thing you’ll ever witness.
29. It takes a real storm in the average person’s life to make him realize how much worrying he has done over the squalls
30. I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.
31. He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.
He closed his eyes.
32. How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death–a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire–and tomorrow’s sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow’s hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday–if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm–would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow’s sun would rise?
33. The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.
34. Joy weathers any storm: Happiness rides the waves.
35. But you know, as I do, that the storm will pass
And that the implacable sun doesn’t simply stop
When obscured by a dark, pernicious cloud,
Which is why I know I’ll return to your house-
On a Sunday that’s there on the calendar-
And laugh with you over a glass of grappa.
36. She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.
37. White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open in the sky. The air brightens.
A cold silvery evening. The moon is overhead, and down below, in the water; and all around it-a wide frame of old, hammered, scaly silver. Etched on the silver-silent black fishing boats, tiny black needles of masts, little black men casting invisible lines into the silver. And the only sounds are the occasional plashing of an oar, the creaking of an oarlock, the springlike leap and flip-flop of a fish.
38. Gonna be a real frog-strangling turd-floater.
39. There are gators, thousands of them. ” said Rashawn.
” Then we better get out of here before we end up as a feast for gators.” said Nicole. ” What are going to do with him?” looking at the dead driver. ” Let’s get out of here and let him be the feast
40. The rain thundered down so heavily that Pritam could imagine that space itself was made of water and was pouring through rents in the sky’s tired fabric.
41. Hennes egen storm var alltid den hemskaste.
42. Water was calmness and tranquility, but it was the rage of a storm as well.
43. However big the storm or challenges- Just catch the rope of HOPE, not the suicidal rope
44. The storm does evil, but it also has a morality: To treat everything equally while ruining everything!
45. She was a gentle soul and moved in silent grace; but when intimate, was wilder than the eye of a storm.
46. If Jesus is in the storm, then there is no need for us to be in the boat. Yet, too many Christians spend all of their time wandering around the marina being in neither boat nor storm.
47. Cry if you have to, you might be harbouring a silent storm.
48. The storm’s mission is to remove the pink glasses from our eyes and to make us see the universe in its realistic form! And what is the reality? The reality is that the universe is a heaven of danger!
49. We were a storm together; uncontrollable and ferocious. We were perfect.
50. Over the stern, I could see the clouds rolling over the sea towards us. Hungry.
I closed my eyes and drew the humid air into my chest. I’d spent my childhood in the face of storms just like her, many of them angrier than this one. It was the reason only the most daring traders sailed the Narrows. And even though I could feel her power in every bone, every muscle, there was something deep inside of me that opened its eyes from sleep when I felt it. It was terrifying, but familiar. As beautiful as it was deadly.
51. A look like thunder after a lightning strike lit on his face. Fear wound around every inch of his body and squeezed, and the feel of his hands on me sent a chill up my spine. There was something knowing in the way he looked at me. Something pulled at the knots in the net of lies we’d both told.
52. Strange that she is both the anchor against the storm and the storm itself.
53. Nature has a myriad of weapons to combat human arrogance.
54. Sometimes you don’t face the storm. Sometimes you let it rip you apart so that you no longer have to feel the pain.
55. Look for me in the whirlwind or the storm, look for me all around you, for, with God’s grace, I shall come and bring with me countless millions of black slaves who have died in America and the West Indies and the millions in Africa to aid you in the fight for Liberty, Freedom and Life.
56. Be not scared to sail into the storm, every storm reveals the jewels of life. Be not scared to walk into the dark, your footsteps are the very light the dark is afraid of.
57. Be adored among men,
God, three-numberéd form;
Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,
Man’s malice, with wrecking and storm.
Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,
Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm;
Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung:
Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.
58. The wind doesn’t scratch at doors… or whine to be let in.
59. A huge storm appearing on the horizon both scares and fascinates! When you are afraid, you want to escape; when you are fascinated, you want to run towards the storm! The storm both pushes and pulls you!
60. I want what I’m afraid of and I’m afraid of what I want so that I’m like a storm inside that can’t break loose!