A Quote by Catherynne M. Valente

The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are. — © Catherynne M. Valente
The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are.
Storm the castle Stem the tide Rise above yourself Cry baby cry Cry cry to heaven If that doesn't do it for you Go ahead and cry like hell
There has storm clouds come over the United States. There is thunderstorms over Europe. There are hail storms – and I mean major hail storms – in the Middle East. So I want you to know that there is one man who will stand tall in this country and fight the storm and bring the United States back to what it should be – Governor Mitt Romney!
A storm was brewing. The wind has picked up and a mass of purple clouds was coming in from the West. It felt good to have my hair whipping around my head. I thought it might feel good to have hail beat down on me. Sometimes storms outside are the only relief for storms inside.
Religious faith is not a storm cellar to which men and women can flee for refuge from the storms of life. It is instead, an inner spiritual strength which enables them to face those storms with hope and serenity.
We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.
Passions are like storms which, full of present mischief, serve to purify the atmosphere.
Life can give you strength. Strength can come from facing the storms of life, from knowing loss, feeling sadness and heartache, from falling into the depths of grief. You must stand up in the storm. You must face the wind and the cold and the darkness. When the storm blows hard you must stand firm, for it is not trying to knock you down, it is really trying to teach you to be strong.
The eagle had two natural enemies: storms and serpents. He embraced the storm, waiting on the rock for the right thermal current and then using that to carry him higher. While other birds were taking cover, the eagle was soaring. An eagle would never fight against the storms of life.
Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.
Whether or not storms come, we can not choose. But where we stare during a storm, that we can.
Unless you are in the middle of a storm, there is no validity in saying that you are not afraid of the storms.
Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.
I think there is a spiritual scent in us which feels mischief coming, as they say birds scent storms.
Animals love and suffer, cry and laugh; their hearts rise up in anticipation and fall in despair...they feel.
This life will never be without storms. Stop fearing the storm. Build your inner shelter.
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