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Last updated on April 20, 2025.
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
The calm before the storm
Hope clouds observation. — © Frank Herbert
Hope clouds observation.
Look for the Sunlight through the Clouds.
There is peace even in the storm
Clear mind is like the full moon in the sky. Sometimes clouds come and cover it, but the moon is always behind them. Clouds go away, then the moon shines brightly. So don't worry about clear mind: it is always there. When thinking comes, behind it is clear mind. When thinking goes, there is only clear mind. Thinking comes and goes, comes and goes, You must not be attached to the coming or the going.
Those clouds are angels' robes.
I've had rainbows in my clouds.
Those that weather the storm are the great ones.
It is the stillest words that bring the storm.
There are no fortresses that Bolsheviks cannot storm.
Algebra applies to the clouds.
Every cloud engenders not a storm. — © William Shakespeare
Every cloud engenders not a storm.
Above the clouds the sky is always blue.
The anchor holds in spite of the storm
memory is a storm I can't repel.
In the middle of the storm, the 'a' of the atheist drops!
We do not know what is on the other side of the storm.
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.
After a storm comes a calm.
there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds
In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.
Revelations are found in clouds.
In his mercy, He sent the storm itself to make us seek help. And then knowing that we're likely to get the wrong answer, He gives us a multiple choice exam with only one option to choose from: the correct answer. The hardship itself is ease. By taking away all other hand-holds, all other multiple choice options, He has made the test simple.It's never easy to stand when the storm hits. And that's exactly the point. By sending the wind, He brings us to our knees: the perfect position to pray
This storm is dangerous
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!
They tire of quiet, that have known the storm
Wisdom can’t prevent the storm.
I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.
Back of the clouds, the sun is always shining.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
Another priest said,"Is it true you've said you'll believe in any god whose existence can be proved by logical debate?""Yes."Vimes had a feeling about the immediate future and took a few steps away from Dorfl."But the gods plainly do exist," said a priest."It Is Not Evident."A bolt of lightning lanced down through the clouds and hit Dorfl's helmet. There was a sheet of flame and then a trickling noise. Dorfl's molten armour formed puddles around his white-hot feet."I Don't Call That Much Of An Argument," said Dorfl calmly, from somewhere in the clouds of smoke.
Life was a storm to wander through.
Don’t let the dark clouds of greed confuse you
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.
Never king dropped out of the clouds.
Look for me in the whirlwind or the storm.
They sicken of the calm who know the storm. — © Dorothy Parker
They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
There can be no rainbow without a cloud and a storm.
Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.
If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.
The vast sky is not hindered by the floating clouds.
How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?
High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.
So let the storm rage. Let the storm rage.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Storm is prerequisite to mental gain — © Eyedea
Storm is prerequisite to mental gain
Financial storm definitely passed.
I'm very comfortable in the storm.
So the storm passed and every one was happy.
He who sends the storm steers the vessel.
You are the sky. The clouds are what happens, what comes and goes.
I try not to keep my head in the clouds .
You learn to know a pilot in a storm.
How could I tell the doctor what was wrong with me? I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't articulate the pain; it was the pain of nothingness. My fear was of the weather, the atmosphere, the very air. What good did safety tips do me now? 'Avoid water, metal objects, rooftops; stay off the telephone in a storm, don't think glass can protect you; even if a storm was 8 miles away, you're still not safe from a strike. Avoid life perhaps that was the answer. The number one safety tip, stay away from it all.
I culled poetry from odors, sounds, faces, and ordinary events occurring around me. Breezes bulged me as if I were cloth; sounds nicked their marks on my nerves; objects made impressions on my sight as if in clay. There, in the soft language, life centered and ground itself in me and I was flowing with the grain of the universe. Language placed my life experiences in a new context, freeing me for the moment to become with air as air, with clouds as clouds, from which new associations arose to engage me in present life in a more purposeful way.
Moon is like Soul. Clouds are like all the situations in our life, relationships, youth, etc. Wind is like the Time. Just like the wind moves the clouds, Time moves all the situations in our life. But the soul is always the same and not on the temporary situations. One who focuses on soul is a moon-like person.
There is a rainbow at the end of the storm.
I soon forgot storm in music.
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