I don't see America as a mainland, but as a sea, a big ocean. Sometimes a storm arises, a formidable current develops, and it seems it will engulf everything. Wait a moment, another current will appear and bring the first one to naught.
Hope is born in the dark. Like a lighthouse calling out to a lost ship at sea, hope will bring you through every personal storm. It is our encouragement and guide to safety. Hope is found in the arms of God.
Hope prevails in the dark. Like a lighthouse calling out to a lost ship at sea, hope will bring you through every personal storm. It is our encouragement and guide to safety. Hope is found in the arms of God.
When a hurricane thrashes the mid-Atlantic, my hilly town often reaps the fringe of the storm. The rain starts blowing sideways, and sometimes we see hail the size of purie marbles.
Some things just couldn't be protectd from storms. Some things simply needed to be broken off...Once old thing were broken off, amazingly beautiful thing could grow in their place.
The floods and fires and storms and droughts that Australia has suffered in the last few years have left no doubt in many Australians' minds about just how much is a stake in a super-heated world.
In the long run we are all dead. Economists set themselves too easy, too useless a task if in tempestuous seasons they can only tell us that when the storm is long past the ocean is flat again.
[Stopping by his son's room, momentarily putting down his luggage] Jim Carver: Hey guys, I'm back! Mikey Carver: You were gone?
Ben Hood: What's the name of this girl with a fancy New York address? Paul Hood: Libbets. Libbets Casey. Ben Hood: Libbets? What sort of a name is Libbets?
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.
After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often.
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.
[Rocco is showing strain at the height of the hurricane's force] Frank McCloud: You don't like it, do you Rocco, the storm? Show it your gun, why don't you? If it doesn't stop, shoot it.
Flint: And leaving the door open is the worst mistake that any employee could make, because... Bile: Uh... it could let in a draft? Henry J. Waternoose: [Storming in] It could let in a child.
[last lines] Sarah Connor: What did he just say? Gas Station Attendant: He said there's a storm coming in. Sarah Connor: [sighs] I know.
Storm: Can you teleport inside? Nightcrawler: No. I have to be able to see where I am going, otherwise I could wind up inside a wall.
[trapped inside the Statue of Liberty] Cyclops: Storm, fry him! Magneto: Oh yes! A bolt of lightning into a huge copper conductor. I thought you lived at a school?
'Pong' hit the fancy. It was sort of the perfect storm of a game which has two players highly social, a game that women could play better than a guy, and sort of an acceptance of this social nature of games in a bar.
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?
I love 'The X-Men;' that was the first comic series that I was dedicated to, because I feel like you can pick your player. 'I'm the most like Gambit... or I'm totally a Storm.'
[Bittrich listens in amazement as Frost's troops relentlessly storm the Arnhem bridge] Lt. Gen. Wilhelm Bittrich: [in German] Fool's courage...
