I feel more like an environmentalist since I’ve been up here. There are parts of the Earth that are covered with pollution all the time. I saw weather that was unexpected. Storms bigger than we’ve seen in the past. This is a human effect. This is not a natural phenomenon.
Loquacity storms the ear, but modesty takes the heart.
I spend a lot of time in L.A., and when it rains there you get the entire rainfall for the year in two days, raindrops the size of mangoes. And in Barcelona, the Mediterranean storms come up from the sea, thunder and lightning; it’s like the end of the world.
Solar storms cause power outages. They pose a hazard to satellites. They might interfere with your GPS or send your compass a couple of degrees off course. But I don’t think solar storms are a life-threatening event.
Who cares about the men who steered your breakfast cereal through winter storms? How ironic that the more ships have grown in size and consequence, the less space they take up in our imagination.
When cyclones tear up Oklahoma and hurricanes swamp Alabama and wildfires scorch Texas, you come to us, the rest of the country, for billions of dollars to recover. And the damage that your polluters and deniers are doing doesn’t just hit Oklahoma and Alabama and Texas. It hits Rhode Island with floods and storms.
I was gifted at birth with this talent, and I’ve tried to honor it all my life. And I did – through hell and storms and tsunamis and earthquakes. I’ve been through too much not to know that giving back is everything.
I have weathered many different storms and I know who I am and my friends know who I really am.
How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.
Vows made in storms are forgotten in calm.
We must always remember with gratitude and admiration the first sailors who steered their vessels through storms and mists, and increased our knowledge of the lands of ice in the South.
If we have built on the fragile cornerstones of human wisdom, pride, and conditional love, things may look good for a while, but a weak foundation causes collapse when storms hit.
Glorious bouquets and storms of applause are the trimmings which every artist naturally enjoys.
Even as our unwitting alterations to Earth’s carbon and hydrological cycles slowly make storms more damaging, our ability to monitor our planet from space and make reliable short-term forecasts have equipped us enormously to withstand them.
I don’t do a lot when I’m in Gascony. I swim and play the odd game of golf, but mainly I sit around. We’re set an hour-and-a-half from the Pyrenees and an hour-and-a-half from the Bay of Biscay, so we get plenty of storms. But we’re surrounded by vines and sunflowers – it’s lovely.
Storms make the oak grow deeper roots.
Do not leave yourself or your family unprotected against financial storms… Build up savings.
Opening up Atlantic and Arctic waters to drilling would lock the next generation into burning oil and gas in a way that only makes climate change that much worse, fueling ever rising seas, widening deserts, withering drought, blistering heat, raging storms, wildfires, floods and other hallmarks of climate chaos.
God looked down on this country because this country was founded on the rock and that rock was our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And when the storms came and the rains came, the rock, it did not move. But over the last 15 or 20 years, something began to erode.
When the storms of life come, if they come to me personally, to my family or to the world, I want to be strong enough to stand and be a strength to somebody else, be shelter for somebody else.
You don’t need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be insured.
Storms make trees take deeper roots.
How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.
One thing about these storms, we know how disruptive things can be when we depend on the system to keep working. What would happen if the terrorists do it? Knock down the power, destroy bridges, cut the water supply?
What do you want to be a sailor for? There are greater storms in politics than you will ever find at sea. Piracy, broadsides, blood on the decks. You will find them all in politics.
We all have life storms, and when we get the rough times and we recover from them, we should celebrate that we got through it. No matter how bad it may seem, there’s always something beautiful that you can find.
For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.
‘The Storms We Share’ has been a project that I’ve been working on for so long.
There are parts of the Earth that are covered with pollution all the time. I saw weather that was unexpected. Storms bigger than we’ve seen in the past. This is a human effect. This is not a natural phenomenon.
When you come out of the storms and sub-zero temperatures into a tiny yurt, there’s a sense that family love and care is the most important thing in the world.
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.
One of the reasons I like living in Bangkok is that, although it’s a megacity, it’s very saturated with nature – the vast and brooding skies, the sudden storms and rains, the vegetation and even the animals that abound.
I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.
Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.
There is only one secure foundation: a genuine, deep relationship with Jesus Christ, which will carry you through any and all turmoil. No matter what storms are raging all around, you’ll stand firm if you stand on His love.
Storms are sex. They exist alongside and are indifferent to words and description and dissection.
This is the moment when we must come together to save this planet. Let us resolve that we will not leave our children a world where the oceans rise and famine spreads and terrible storms devastate our lands.
I’m attempting to broaden my novels’ scope through landscape and weather, leaves falling off trees, overnight storms, timeless elements which, irrespective of human endeavour, have always been there and, as long as there is life and snow, will always be there.
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