Quotes on Tempest

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

What seest thou else_x000D_ _x000D_ In the dark backward and abysm of time?

These are the men who, without virtue, labour, or hazard, are growing rich, as their country is impoverished; they rejoice, when obstinacy or ambition adds another year to slaughter and devastation; and laugh, from their desks, at bravery and science, while they are adding figure to figure, and cipher to cipher, hoping for a new contract from a new armament, and computing the profits of a siege or tempest.

I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet at the worst, when I reach the lowest depths, I have an inward peace which no pain or depression can in the least disturb. Trusting in Jesus Christ my Savior, there is still a blessed quietness in the deep caverns of my soul.

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla_x000D_ _x000D_ Giammai la cima per soffiar de' venti._x000D_ _x000D_ Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend its stately summit to the tempest's shock.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse

Why do you rant and brag with such a spate of words, as if you wanted to overwhelm me with a sort of tempest and deluge of oratory-which nevertheless falls with the greater force on your own head, while my ark rides aloft in safety?

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.