Memory Quote by Don DeLillo

“She wanted him to be the sunshine to her clouds. She couldn't handle the idea that he had weather patterns of his own, and…

— Lucinda Rosenfeld

“It was one of those summers you’re nostalgic for even before it passes. Pale, bled skies. Thunderstorms in the night. Sour-smelling dawns. It brought…

— Kevin Barry

“Generally the thunder-storms came in the afternoon, but once I saw one at sunrise, driving down the high mountain valleys toward us. It was…

— Theodore Roosevelt

“As the last of the debris fell behind her and the crash of thunder rolled away through the city, as she came to the…

— Dean Koontz

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

— Kate Morton

“Overhead, a fluff of a cloud was framed with pure golden light from the sun that was hidden from her view. Awed by the…

— Delia Parr

“That cloud, however, blossomed just for minutes And when I gazed up, faded in the wind.”

— Bertolt Brecht

“...she could not think of what had happened to her that day, or of what might happen that night. Instead, she watched the lamplighters…

— Galen M. Beckett

“It was as if you could see into the sky, through it's layers and into it's core. Layers of stars, translucent blanket upon blanket.…

— Deborah Rodriguez

“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

“But she could not reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape coloured upon the dark, but rather a general excitement,…

— Virginia Woolf

“He was thunder and lightning and rain, and she was the earth and flowers that drank up the storm.”

— Sabrina Jeffries