Storm Quote by Deborah Moggach

“The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only…

— Glen Duncan

“The city wasn't foggy as always. It was now clear for miles and the skeleton of its frames stuck out brightly in the sun’s…

— Andrew Boyd

“There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine... One can almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside…

— W. Paul Young

“The city rose out the ground beneath it like the first sparkling blossom in the fading winter snow. Here, the winter of death was…

— Eva Vanrell

“The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models.…

— Cristina Martin

“Difficulties and adversities viciously force all their might on us and cause us to fall apart, but they are necessary elements of individual growth…

— Roy T. Bennett

“A city is a strange place for dawn. The sun just can't seem to make any headway in the cold streets”

— Steve Toltz

“For the city, his city, stood unchanging on the edge of time: the same burning dry city of his nocturnal terrors and the solitary…

— Gabriel García Márquez

“In all these sights I achieve solace only in bringing forth trees, picturing them blooming like smoke from the roofs of gutted buildings, dreaming…

— Tod Wodicka

“Shortly after, the aqueous symphony of dawn began. The last day of the Walk came up wet and overcast. The wind howled down the…

— Stephen King

“Through those drooping branches the city sprawled out haphazardly like a drunk on a sidewalk, fallen where he may.”

— Kevin Powers

“The city had the air and movement of hysteria, and the citizens were crying, in every accent of anger and alarm, that the new…

— Henry Adams