#storms

Only through the conscious action of the working masses in city and country can it be brought to life, only through the people's highest intellectual maturity and inexhaustible idealism can it be brought safely through all storms and find its way to port. ↗

— Rosa Luxemburg

#brought #city #conscious #country #find

Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word. ↗

— Laurence Olivier

#ago #black #disappointment #golden #i

Storms make trees take deeper roots. ↗

— Dolly Parton

#make #roots #storms #take #trees

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. ↗

— Jean Paul

#air #around #beneath #break #gather

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. ↗

— Bob Riley

#began #came #christ #country #did

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? ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#bridges #cut #depend #destroy #disruptive

Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains. ↗

— Hannah More

#luxury #more #perilous #poverty #quicksand

If left unchecked, global change will create violent conflict, torrential storms, shrinking coastlines, and irreversible catastrophe. ↗

— Valerie Jarrett

#change #coastlines #conflict #create #global

Global warming creates volatility. I feel it when I'm flying. The storms are more volatile. We are paying the price in more hurricanes and tornadoes. ↗

— Debbie Stabenow

#feel #flying #global #global warming #hurricanes

Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the corpse of Warren, his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.” Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send. ↗

— Nathan Reese Maher

#cityspire #death #dreams #gothic #romance