#thunder

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#distant #picnic #sound #thunder

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air. ↗

— Friedrich Schiller

#disappointments #soul #thunderstorm

She used to look forward to changing in the locker room when other girls stole shocked glances at her emaciated body last spring. Now they would look at her and think she was fat--just as fat as all the other girls, maybe even fatter. Nothing separated her from the parade of thunder thighs trooping up the stairs from the locker room to the gym. ↗

— Steven Levenkron

#eating-disorder #fat #thunder-thighs #change

Myself I love a thunderstorm better than anything. Sometimes I will run to the top of the hill to whirl around and around on my Indian Rock in the wind, it is like a dance I can not stop. The smell of the lightning goes into your nose and down your whole body. Old Bess says if you get hit by lightning yet live you will have special powers, well I could use some of those. So I don't care if I get hit or not. ↗

— Lee Smith

#thunderstorms #love

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God. ↗

— Jim Elliot

#gentle #god #passed #sound #stillness

The sea stood up before him, foaming, torn by lightning bolts, opening terrifying mouths that gobbled up the dense, hard black rains unleashed by the sky like hate. ↗

— Jean-François Beauchemin

#fear #lightning #nature-s-fury #sea #storm

He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten it, but was miserable about it, notwithstanding. And this misery was the voice of the great Love that had made him and his wife and the baby and Diamond, speaking in his heart, and telling him to be good. For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds. On Mount Sinai, it was thunder; in the cabman's heart it was misery; in the soul of St John it was perfect blessedness. ↗

— George MacDonald

#heart #love #misery #thunder #voice

Applause that comes thundering with such force you might think the audience merely suffers the music as an excuse for its ovations. ↗

— Alfred Jarry

#audience #comes #excuse #force #merely

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together. ↗

— Garrison Keillor

#about #compulsory #go #like #lovely

I pledged California to a Northern Republic and to a flag that should have no treacherous threads of cotton in its warp, and the audience came down in thunder. ↗

— Thomas Starr King

#california #came #cotton #down #flag