Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos..

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm.

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn, ….

I'm gonna hunker down like a jack rabbit in a dust storm.

The city is the nerve center of our civilization. It is also the storm center..

When it is perceived that a show has gone awry, the pressure is staggering, and as a writer caught in that storm, it feels like you are being attacke….

I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot..

Like flowers in a storm, life is full of goodbyes.

I think we're more relevant than ever because it is such a noisy environment out there. What's a journalist now? It's anybody with a way to get infor….

Dignity of human nature requires that we must face the storms of life..

Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms..

In times of storm and tempest, of indecision and desolation, a book already known and loved makes better reading than something new and untried ... n….

Look for me in the whirlwind or the storm..

But the small cloud which appeared in the northwest four months ago had blown up into a mighty storm and then into a screaming tornado,sweeping away ….

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger..

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms..

I love this world ... That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was in when I….

Beneath the skin, there is fear. Pain. Remorse. Yearning. Desire. A fierce longing for power. All of this. We are joined. It is as if we live in the ….

Well, we knew that we wanted to tell a story that made bold choices, and one of those bold choices was meeting a storm trooper and seeing who this pe….

I want you to go back into the barrack and tell the men to come out after the storm. Tell them to look up at me tied here. Tell them I’ll open my eye….

It is not a certain conformity of manners that the painting of Van Gogh attacks, but rather the conformity of institutions themselves. And even exter….