Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Our religion keeps reminding us that we aren't just will and thoughts. We're also sand and wind and thunder. Rain. The seasons.… — William Least Heat-Moon Copy Share Image
The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“When a clumsy cloud from here, meets a fluffy little cloud from there, he billows towards her. She scurries away, and he… — Fred Astaire Copy Share Image
He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
Winter hurled more wind and rain at the city than it ever had before. Clouds dashed about in all directions emptying their… — Ismail Kadaré Copy Share Image
“I want to affect people like a clap of thunder, to inflame their minds with the breadth of my vision, the strength… — Rosa Luxemburg Copy Share Image
Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“This green flowery rock-built earth, the trees, the mountains, rivers, many-sounding seas;—that great deep sea of azure that swims overhead; the winds… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the west, it comes with terror like a thunder storm; but when the… — Black Elk Copy Share Image
Your life began in the heart & mind of the Infinite. Mentally relive the days when as a child you ran free,… — Michael Beckwith Copy Share Image
In crime the egoist has hitherto asserted himself and mocked at the sacred; the break with the sacred, or rather of the… — Max Stirner Copy Share Image
Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I don't know why, I don't know how I thought I loved you but I'm not sure now. I hear the thunder… — Pet Shop Boys Copy Share Image
It is the greatest and the tallest of trees that the gods bring low with bolts and thunder. For the gods love… — Herodotus Copy Share Image
In four days, I experienced five seasons. It was thirty, it was sixty, it was ninety, then it was twelve! And on… — Lewis Black Copy Share Image
So God stepped over to the edge of the world And He spat out the seven seas; He batted His eyes, and… — James Weldon Johnson Copy Share Image
“When I was young, I thought it is thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in the high school, I… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
we contrive to make revenge itself look like religion. We call down thunder on many a head under pretence, that those on… — Hannah More Copy Share Image
Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and… — Harriet Tubman Copy Share Image
I've been a Lakers fan since growing up in Oklahoma. My hometown's finally got the Thunder, which is really exciting, but I've… — Matt Kemp Copy Share Image
The listener must be gripped and whether he likes it or not, drawn into the flight path of the sounds without special… — Iannis Xenakis Copy Share Image
Were I as quiet as thunder, how I'd wail and whine! One groan of mine would start the world's crumbling cloister shivering.… — Vladimir Mayakovsky Copy Share Image
Angry and choleric men are as ungrateful and unsociable as thunder and lightning, being in themselves all storm and tempest; but quiet… — Edward Hyde, 1st Earl of Clarendon Copy Share Image
Although I never lack the presence and plain image of my own wretched infirmity, yet seeing sin so manifestly abounds in all… — John Knox Copy Share Image
I love performing outside because it's as if the heavens are open and the elements become part of the stage show as… — Florence Welch Copy Share Image
I had learned and written too much history not to know that the great masses always and at once respond to the… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
At moments of wonder, it is easy to avoid small thinking, to entertain thoughts that span the universe, that capture both thunder… — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
“It's when you meet another wretch who is as negative as you about everything that the thunder rolls and the lightening crashes… — Ben Watson Copy Share Image
Phillip Harrison was the production designer, though, I think he's uncredited. He's done most of my films like Blue Thunder. Lots and… — John Badham Copy Share Image
Endless moons, an opaque universe, thunder, tornadoes, the quaking earth. Rare moments of peace; forehead up against my knees, arms around my… — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
“It's these little things, they can pull you under Live your life filled with joy and wonder I always knew this altogether… — R.E.M Sweetness Follows Copy Share Image
Marxism must abhor nothing so much as the possibility that it becomes congealed in its current form. It is at its best… — Rosa Luxemburg Copy Share Image
I have not wasted my life trifling with literary fools in taverns, as Johnson did, when he should have been shaking England… — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
Many demons are in woods, in waters, in wildernesses, and in dark poolly places ready to hurt and prejudice people; some are… — Martin Luther Copy Share Image
“Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
