Paulo Coelho Quotes

The brightest thunder-bolt is elicited from the darkest storm.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

After a storm comes a calm.

Thunder and lightning, it's like the end of the world.

I was born for a storm and a calm does not suit me.

And it's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard rain gonna fall.

Before the storm comes the calm. Hope you can take the heat like LeBron

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.

I was very fascinated with meteorology at a young age. I lived on the Gulf Coast and hurricanes blew through there. That is the class I failed in college: meteorology.

When you're caught up in the storm or, you know, just the turmoil of everything that there is another side and you do get through it. And you know, just standing by the truth and doing the right thing.

Storms make trees take deeper roots.

Hunker down like a jackass in a hail storm and wait till the wind stops blowing.

In Finland and the U.K. you can't predict the weather.

Within all of us there is a storm. Some believe it will never end: but he who has faith in the heavens above will weather any storm.

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

But it is in storms that God does his finest work, for it is in storms that God has our keenest attention

The rattling thunderbolt hath but his clap, the lightning but his flash, and as they both come in a moment, so do they both end in a minute.

I'm having a nice cold pint and waiting for this to blow over.

Some things are best learned in calm, others in storm.

Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air.

You've only mastered the storm you can sleep through.

In the evenings there's been thunder, a distant bumping and stumbling, like God on a sullen binge.

Now and then there comes a crash of thunder in a storm, and we look up with amazement when he sets the heavens on a blaze with his lightning.

Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?

I'm not afraid to take a stand. Everybody come take my hand. We'll walk this road together, through the storm. Whatever weather, cold or warm. Just let you know that, you're not alone. Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road.