Storm Quotes

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Akshay Vasu
“She was an ocean full of storms and sailing in her would have made him lose his path forever. But he was not ready to give up without taking that risk. He set his sail and kept moving into the heart of the ocean until she calmed down. And once the storm was over all he saw was a place that no one could imagine and nobody had ever reached. And in the end the journey was worth it.”
Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

André Aciman
“There are easy ways to bring back summer in the snowstorm”
André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

Gabrielle Dubois
“Love from novels isn't true love: it ends where it should begin. True love, deep love, grows up with time, throughout days of dullness and days of storms. It leaves in one's heart a rainbow of tenderness and forgiveness which illuminates forever the beloved one.”
Gabrielle Dubois

Akshay Vasu
“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.”
Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

Richie Norton
“Storm? Shine your light and make a rainbow.”
Richie Norton

Jay Woodman
“be the calm eye of the storm where nothing phases you, focus on your centre to remain balanced, let your life flow like a stream of wind”
Jay Woodman

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

Patrick Rothfuss
“My alar is like the ocean in storm. (Devi)”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear

Katherine Applegate
“His voice was deep,
like a storm coming,
but gentle,
like the rain ending.”
Katherine Applegate, Home of the Brave

Ted Kooser
“a storm that walked on legs of lightning,
dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.”
Ted Kooser

Munia Khan
“Truth will keep on telling the truth
Lies will lie to be more uncouth
No more rainbow after the storm
Nowhere to escape leaving the norm”
Munia Khan

“The eyelids of the burdened clouds let fall cascades
Of rain, and the parterred garden is spattered with drops.”
Abdullah Ibn al-Mu'tazz, Birds Through a Ceiling of Alabaster: Three Abbasid Poets

Will Advise
“To storm, a mind, it must be balanced,
by what can't be it must be challenged...”
Will Advise

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

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“I do not walk into the storm unless I have been called into the storm. For the former is arrogance and the latter is obedience.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

Arthur Rimbaud
“A storm came chasing the sky away. And virgin sands
Drank all the water of the evening woods,
God's wind blew icicles into the ponds;
As I wept I saw gold,- and could not drink.

- Delirium II - Alchemy of the Word
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell and The Drunken Boat

Rick Riordan
“Khione’s eyes flared pure white. For once, she seemed at a loss for words. She stormed back up the stairs—literally. Halfway up, she turned into a blizzard and disappeared.”
Rick Riordan, The Lost Hero

Majid Kazmi
“We all look for opportunities in the form of an ideal state of affairs; the perfect weather for picnic, enough time to call a friend, or a good offer to sell the house. The truth is, you have the power to create the state of affairs that you call opportunities.”
Majid Kazmi, The First Dancer: How to be the first among equals and attract unlimited opportunities

Mohsin Hamid
“Lightning flickered above the city, a crescent moon sneered through a gap in the clouds. The boutique huddled against the storm, a tiny island of light on an unlit street.”
Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

“Invite people into your peace rather than joining them in their storm.”
Carol 'CC' Miller

Basma Salem
“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, the second time she met him was like red and orange and everything that burned, the third time it was raining and it felt like the storm would never end.
And she felt right now that the storm is ending. When he took his glasses off and she saw the sadness in his eyes, and she could clearly see how the storm is going to leave soon, but yet leaving behind it broken pieces and shattered glasses.”
Basma Salem, The Art Of Black

Mladen Đorđević
“Do you not hear the loud gallop of the Storm-riders and the thunderous battle horn from their Heralds, coming from the high seas? Night falls, and so will you.”
Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Storms visit the quietest and the most peaceful places to calm themselves down and to have their nervousness cured!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Olivia Sudjic
“There was an extravagant winter storm outside. The tinfoil sky flashed beyond the window, rattling in the frame, and once or twice a white fork like a vein. Through the opposite window, which looked out onto the other side of the house, the light was pale, picking out where the wall was still broken from the last big storm, with the scorched telegraph pole and the burnt tree.”
Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy

Israelmore Ayivor
“Jesus’s awake. Shame unto the storm!”
Israelmore Ayivor, Six Words Inspiration

Basma Salem
“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,”
Basma Salem, The Art Of Black

“Do not be sorrow in the storm. Let the joy of Lord be your strength to smile.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Theodore Roosevelt
“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.”
Theodore Roosevelt, The Rough Riders