A Quote by William Parrish

Stay open, who knows, lightning could strike. — © William Parrish
Stay open, who knows, lightning could strike.

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A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.
You never know, lightning could strike.
But the time has come; the revelation has already occurred, and the guardian seers have seen the lightning strike the darkness we call reality. And now we sleep in the brief interval between the lightning and the thunder.
Success is like a lightning bolt. It'll strike you when you least expect it, and you just have to keep the momentum going. You have to strike when the iron is hot. So for me, I just kept striking and striking to polish out the sword that I was making.
When you wish for so long that you could hear something, and then suddenly, with no warning, you do, it is like a lightning strike and rain on parched ground at the same time. You're stunned, but you cannot hear enough.
Fame and fortune are as hard to find as a lightning strike.
With luck, you have other things to do than wait for lightning to strike.
Lightning does not often strike twice in the same place.
You realize how many times lightning has to strike in order for you to be sitting here?
Remember that in any major nuclear war, the first strike destroys the country that attacks; it's been known for years. The first strike of a major power is very likely to cause what's called nuclear winter, leads to global famine for years and everything's basically gone. Some survivors straggling around. Could [Donald Trump] do it? Who knows.
The affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.
Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich
Don't try to strike everybody out ... stay back and just focus on the catcher's mitt, just throw the ball low in the strike zone.
They're so cold, these scholars! May lightning strike their food so that their mouths learn how to eat fire!
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.
She could walk through a lightning storm without being touched; grab a bolt of lightning in the palm of her hand; use the heat of lightning to start the kindling going under her medicine pot. She turned the moon into salve, the stars into swaddling cloth, and healed the wounds of every creature walking up on two or down on four.
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