Wilhelm Kunde: That's what they do. They weather the storm. But this storm is different, this storm is the SS.
Every storm has a beginning, every storm has a perfect moment of bliss and every storm has a destructive end.
Storm: Logan, is that you? Wolverine: [sniffs the air] Something is wrong. Storm: [Walks up behind him] Come on. We need to regroup. Wolverine: There's just one problem. [turns and stabs Storm with his claws] Wolverine: You're not part of the group! ...
Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.
Once, Turner had himself lashed to the mast of a ship for several hours, during a furious storm, so that he could later paint the storm. Obviously, it was not the storm itself that Turner intended to paint. What he intended to paint was a representat...
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person...
Any port in a storm.
The world is like a river with sludge lying at the bottom. On sunny days, the water appears to be clear and inviting, but inevitably, a storm comes along, forcing the sludge to the surface, muddying the water. When that happens, you become aware of i...
After a storm comes a calm.
Nightcrawler: [to Storm] You and Ms. Grey are schoolteachers? Storm: Yes. At a school for people like us, where we can be safe. Nightcrawler: Safe from what? Storm: Everyone else.
The taller the house, the heavier the storm.
Men are men ... Dragons are dragons.
The firm tree does not fear the storm.
Sailors have a port in every storm.
...prose unfolds in time; and time contains both obstacles and revelations. Prose develops, the way characters and situations do. It requires a flow. A poem is an instant, lightning across the sky. Prose is before the storm, the storm, after the stor...
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and...
Harsh justice is still justice.
Vows made in storms are forgotten in calms.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, storm and hail.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storm.
I'm pretty much a goddess around here.
