#storm

When he reached his own room again, he found Khloe curled up on his bed, asleep. He stood over her, watching her sleep peacefully for a few moments before taking a deep breath and moving to the other side of the bed. He sat down on top of the covers next to her and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He withdrew a leather bond journal from the nightstand drawer and tried to push Hecate’s words from his mind. Khloe is yours to deal with. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #the-divinities-series #witch #death

She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #paranormal-romance #the-divinities-series #witch

Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.” “You’re not leaving.” “And you’re not stopping me. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #paranormal-romance #witch #death

I'm just saying --' He pointed the way that Han appeared to be favoring. '--this doesn't feel right' 'Yeah, well, we're on a Star Destroyer being chased by the living dead. NONE of this feels right ↗

— Joe Schreiber

#han-solo #star-wars #stormtroopers #trig-longo #zombie-stormtroopers

On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was the sort of storm that rarely happened in Lexington, and the steady white flakes, the silence, filled him with a sense of excitement and peace. It was a moment when all the disparate shards of his life seemed to knit themselves together, every past sadness and disappointment, every anxious secret and uncertainty hidden now beneath the soft white layers. Tomorrow would be quiet, the world subdued and fragile, until the neighborhood children came out to break the stillness with their tracks and shouts and joy. He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths. The world, for a few short hours, transformed. ↗

— Kim Edwards

#storms #life

There’s a hurricane coming to Florida, and there will be high winds. I should probably turn off my ceiling fans, to try to mitigate the billions of dollars in damages the storm will incur. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#florida #funny #humor #hurricane #loss

The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over. ↗

— Aesop

#bending #force #had #little #over

I once told Nixon that the Presidency is like being a jackass caught in a hail storm. You've got to just stand there and take it. ↗

— Lyndon B. Johnson

#caught #got #hail #i #jackass

After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often. ↗

— Gustav Klimt

#back #bowling #dusk #evening #from time to time

Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come. ↗

— Robert H. Schuller

#be patient #come #cut #decision #decisions