A Quote by William Shakespeare

Are there no stones in heaven
But what serves for thunder? — © William Shakespeare
Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?
I remember the first time I heard 'The Thunder Rolls.' It was dark, and we were driving to the beach. There was the thunder outside and the thunder in the song. It was eerie.
did you ever see anybody so disgusting: said lightning to thunder, "never" thunder growled thunder, "lets give him the works
They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.
Everybody is always raving about the Rolling Stones, saying, 'The Stones this, and the Stones that.' I've never cared for the Stones. They never had anything to offer me musically, especially in the drumming department.
The horseman serves the horse, The neat-herd serves the neat, The merchant serves the purse, The eater serves his meat; 'Tis the day of the chattel, Web to weave, and corn to grind, Things are in the saddle, And ride mankind.
I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.
He who serves our Führer, Adolf Hitler, serves Germany, and he who serves Germany, serves God.
People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.
In the economy of Heaven, God does not send thunder if a still, small voice is enough, or a prophet if a priest can do the job.
For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.
I can hear her thunder, she's coming after me, thunder thighs.
Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.
A thunder-storm!—the eloquence of heaven, When every cloud is from its slumber riven, Who hath not paused beneath its hollow groan, And felt Omnipotence around him thrown? With what a gloom the ush’ring scene appears! The leaves all shiv’ring with instinctive fears, The waters curling with a fellow dread, A veiling fervour round creation spread, And, last, the heavy rain’s reluctant shower, With big drops patt’ring on the tree and bower, While wizard shapes the bowing sky deform,— All mark the coming of the thunder-storm!
We all long for heaven where God is, but we have it our power to be in heaven with him right now-to be happy with him at this very moment. But this means being: Loving as he loves, helping as he helps, giving as he gives, serving as he serves, rescuing as he rescues, being with him all 24 hours of the day, touching him in his distressing disguise.
This is the most rewarding experience ever, taking on the role of Thunder as an actress. I'm just grateful and honored to give my voice to Thunder because she's so bold.
To be man's tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.
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