Best 654 quotes in «storm quotes» category

Diamonds are formed in pressure; that is why God allows you to go through difficult times.

Dig deep & pull the roots of confidence from the ground of your being, standing firm in the raging storm until sunlight blossoms inside you.

Didn’t being out in the storm scare you?” “Try a couple of high-summer prairie storms in a trailer,” she mused. “That either makes you terrified of them or indifferent to them.

Discouragers see the gloom in every room, the cloud on every silver lining, and the problem in front of every situation.

Do not be sorrow in the storm. Let the joy of Lord be your strength to smile.

Don't cheat the foundation of a house because you want to save for the roofing for at the end, you will have only roofed rubbles.

Don’t resent the sky for its storms; esteem it for its rainbows.

DON’T GIVE UP, YOU ARE NOT ALONE There is always going to be others that will extend their hand out to you & will listen to understand your story. Do not be afraid to interact with others and have faith that someday it will all be ok because it will. Remember, nothing stays the same & every storm has its resolution.

Don't let yesterday’s storm keep you from enjoying today's sunshine.

Don't look at the present storm, but look to the Son coming.

Don't only learn from the rich and successful men, also learn from the poor and those that failed woefully, for in their failures lies the secret of success as well.

Don't sell the warmer for an air conditioner just because its summer, for in winter, you will have to do the reverse.

Don’t resent the sky for its storms; rejoice at the sky for its rainbows.

Du Trænen, du berger saa mangen en Baad, Naar Allene raser, u-børgen og kaad, Gud haver dig selver beskantzet, Med Halser og Hikler, med Staver og Meed, Paa hvilke de Aller sin Skanker af Leed Har ofte forsprunget og dantzet.

Dr. Morris soon recognized that the difference between successful and unsuccessful marriages can often be traced to how well couples are able to "bond" during the courtship period. By bonding he referred to the process by which a man and woman become cemented together emotionally. It describes the chemistry that permits two previous strangers to become intensely valuable to one another. It helps them weather the storms of life and remain committed in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, forsaking all others until they are parted in death. It is a phenomenal experience that almost defies description.

Even in the midst of the storm the sun is still shining.

Every Storm Falters. Every Sun Breaks.

Every time she meets him, she feels like he was a new paper ready to be drawn. And she could clearly remember how the first time she met him, he was like a sketch paper filled with grey and blue and black, all mixed up together forming a confusing storm,

Every person I ever knew or had come across always spoke about falling in love with the rain. They dreamt of dancing in it like there is no tomorrow but I never heard someone speaking about falling in love with a wildfire. No, it is not for the weaker ones. The moment you fall in love with the wildfire, it starts burning everything that you have ever built or grown all these years around you. It changes the way you had always imagined and looked at how the love would be, making you end up homeless. It makes you a weakness intertwined with strength, a love intertwined with hatred. It makes you a puzzle that you yourself could never solve.

Extraordinary storms turn average seamen into extraordinary sailors.

Fear brings the rain, despair brings the storm, hope brings the sunshine.

First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground.

For those who suffer from depression, it can feel like a shadow, never leaving your side. A torturer that lives within your own body that you can’t escape from. Know that you are not alone, that you are strong and there is help out there. Keep fighting towards the light, no matter how dark it may get. Because, one day, the storm clouds will clear, and a new day will dawn. To those who may know someone that suffers from the pain of depression. Know that it’s not something easily dealt with. It takes time, days even years, for some, like Iris a life time. Many suffer in silence. Be there for that person. Be the light in their darkness, help them see the sun, the moon and the stars. Because they are worth the fight. Let us all speak and hear, to heal.

Friends are like the stars that glow in the sky... you don't always see them, but you know they're always there overhead, and even when it's cloudy, snowy or stormy, even when the power goes out and you're trapped in darkness, they'll always find a way to shine through to you.

God can allow you to pass through storms and get to your success. But what the devil loves to do is to make you not to realize it that the storm is over. He wishes to keep you in condemnation even at the time you have to feel liberated.

He no longer feared the storm, for he had become a hurricane.

Generally the thunder-storms came in the afternoon, but once I saw one at sunrise, driving down the high mountain valleys toward us. It was a very beautiful and almost terrible sight; for the sun rose behind the storm, and shone through the gusty rifts, lighting the mountain-crests here and there, while the plain below lay shrouded in the lingering night. The angry, level rays edged the dark clouds with crimson, and turned the downpour into sheets of golden rain; in the valleys the glimmering mists were tinted every wild hue; and the remotest heavens were lit with flaming glory.

Gonna be a real frog-strangling turd-floater.

Her flyter en Aare, her Tilger og Vrag, Her Tofter saa mange som Steene paa Tag, Her Kropper og Legemer døde.

Her smile created chaos in his heart every time and it always messed up his mind. But it was also the same thing, which every time silenced the storms and calmed down every demon inside him which always tried to tear him apart.

He continued to move forward, skirting a pocket of radiation that had not died in the four years since last he had come this way. They came upon a place where the sands were fused into a glassy sea, and he slowed as he began its passage, peering ahead after the craters and chasms it contained. Three more rockfalls assailed him before the heavens split themselves open and revealed a bright-blue light, edged with violet. The dark curtains rolled back toward the Poles, and the roaring and the gunfire reports diminished. A lavender glow remained in the north, and a green sun dipped toward the horizon at his back. They had ridden it out, and he killed the infras, pushed back his goggles, and switched on the normal night lamps. The desert would be bad enough, all by itself. Something big and batlike swooped through the tunnel of his lights and was gone. He ignored its passage. Five minutes later it made a second pass, this time much closer, and he fired a magnesium flare. A black shape, perhaps forty feet across, was illuminated, and he gave it two five-second bursts from the fifty-calibers, and it fell to the ground and did not return again. To the squares, this was Damnation Alley. To Hell Tanner, this was still the parking lot.

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. ("Hunger")

He stood in rain and the storm, watching a demon with his face standing and laughing at him on a chariot run by drunk horses. The storm threw dust into his eyes, while the demon unleashed the horses one after the other at him.

He thought perhaps it was a woman's way, to come out of such a storm of emotion and pain as if she were a ship emerging onto calm seas. She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place.

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm...

His voice was deep, like a storm coming, but gentle, like the rain ending.

Hope can keep you alive in the midst of the turbulence.

How stormy this mind too,violent the inner- throbs similar,in an immeasurable count,like the high surging waves,one after another.youth—my desolated form destined to lament?

I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm

I am wild, untameable, the storm and the eye within An unpredictable gypsy, with passion beyond your wildest dreams and unquenchable desires for you and you alone... Persistent and fiercely loyal, today I choose to be all of these and more… Will you still be here tomorrow?

I began to cry but maintained my shouting through it, like a wind through sheets of rain.

He squinted up at the sky and quickly rose to his feet, sheathing his knife. “Rosie,” he beckoned to her but kept his eyes on the shadows that hung low brushing the top of the keep. “Rosie, come inside. There’s a storm almost ready to hit.” She skipped over to him and slumped her shoulders, but he teased a grin out of her the next moment. “I’ll fill your bucket for you if you set up the blanket house with Maire.” She shoved the bucket into his hands and entered the house, sing-songing for her sister.

Identity was just a box people liked to put themselves in, a mast to tether to in a storm, a security blanket.

I could be the drumbeat in your chest like madness before a storm swirling restlessly.

I didn't survive the storm outside to allow anyone (including myself) to erode my soul

If a ship is strong, the ocean's tides do not trouble it.

If a storm visits you, it's because a rainbow is looking for you.

If Noah waited for signs of rain to build an ark, he would have been swept away by the flood.

If only a horrible storm can demolish the castle of the devil, then let the storm be victorious! It is not uncommon that heaven comes after hell!

I, for one. You’re welcome to your Sturm und Drang, darling—I’ll take someone who’s a bit easier to manage.” “What is Sturm und Drang?” “Ah…I see that I’ll have to introduce you to the finer points of German literature. It means passionate turmoil—literally translated, ‘storm and stress.’ ” “Yes, well, there is nothing quite as exciting as a storm, is there?” Aline asked ruefully. Adam grinned as he drew her to a nearby bench. “Only when one is viewing it from inside a nice, cozy house.