#storms

I usually get myself into situations that cause sparks. I mean I'm a girl that likes the storms. I love feeling alive, I love walking out in the cold in my bare feet and feeling the ice on my toes. ↗

— Tori Amos

#bare #bare feet #cause #cold #feeling

The ship of democracy, which has weathered all storms, may sink through the mutiny of those on board. ↗

— Grover Cleveland

#democracy #may #mutiny #ship #sink

Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word. ↗

— Laurence Olivier

#ago #black #disappointment #golden #i

Storms make trees take deeper roots. ↗

— Dolly Parton

#make #roots #storms #take #trees

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them. ↗

— Jean Paul

#air #around #beneath #break #gather

One thing about these storms, we know how disruptive things can be when we depend on the system to keep working. What would happen if the terrorists do it? Knock down the power, destroy bridges, cut the water supply? ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#bridges #cut #depend #destroy #disruptive

If left unchecked, global change will create violent conflict, torrential storms, shrinking coastlines, and irreversible catastrophe. ↗

— Valerie Jarrett

#change #coastlines #conflict #create #global

Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the corpse of Warren, his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.” Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send. ↗

— Nathan Reese Maher

#cityspire #death #dreams #gothic #romance

We must always remember with gratitude and admiration the first sailors who steered their vessels through storms and mists, and increased our knowledge of the lands of ice in the South. ↗

— Roald Amundsen

#always #first #gratitude #ice #increased

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