Quote by Jacob Oet Download Open image ““Old thunder, your white cane precedes you.”” — Jacob Oet ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Lightening flashed again and again but above the shriek of the wind and the pounding hail they never heard the thunder.” — Samuel Snoek-Brown Copy Share Image
“He’ll take one look at us and run in the other direction. Lest the lame-legged boy chase him with his walking stick.” “It is… — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Now hear me. Before the end, you will pluck snowdrops at midwinter, die by your own choosing, and weep for a nightingale.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Ja always talkin bout hurry canes. He say, "Nell get in da hous, hurry canes comin!" I don't know why he so scard of… — Jodi Foster Nell Copy Share Image
“Thunder growled in the distance, a beast prowling the countryside, hungry and snuffling the air for blood. He crossed the wet grass of the… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“it was as bright as glory, and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“Did you ever see anybody so disgusting: said lightning to thunder, "never," growled thunder, "let's give him the works.” — William Steig Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you wake up from the storm. Sometimes it kills you. Child, this storm will make you rise to greatness.” — Shirena Anthony Copy Share Image
“Sounds remain to remind you of me, Easing of rain through trees, bare heels slapping floor.” — Jacob Oet Copy Share Image
“Your lips signed me, your tongue sealed me, Your cheeks like the first snowfall over autumn ground.” — Jacob Oet Copy Share Image
“An unfinished poem is a half-built house, windows of air through the scaffolding.” — Jacob Oet Copy Share Image
