Top 41 She Was The Storm Quotes
#1. She was a finisher, unlike them -- she didn't wait for leaves to fall and see where they'd land, or even waste time anticipating which way the wind would blow them. No, she was the storm that ripped the leaves from trees and determined their path...
-SHEgo, 2010
Tania Zaverta Chance
#2. She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.
Neil Gaiman
#3. She could smell the storm on him, like the lightning had followed him home, like he was made of the same dense rain clouds.
Leigh Bardugo
#4. And then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes.
Anne Stuart
#5. A public debt is a kind of anchor in the storm; but if the anchor be too heavy for the vessel, she will be sunk by that very weight which was intended for her preservation.
Charles Caleb Colton
#6. The skies she retained in memory were dramas of cloud and sea storm, or the electric sheen before summer thunder in the city, always belonging to the energies of sheer weather, of what was out there, air masses, water vapor, westerlies.
Don DeLillo
#7. The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. 'In this light she could almost be a beauty', he thought. 'In this light she could almost be a knight'.
George R R Martin
#8. It was a summer shower but didn't appear to know it, and it was pouring rain as fast as a winter storm. Miss Perspicacia Tick sat in what little shelter a raggedy hedge could give her and explored the universe. She didn't notice the rain. Witches dried out quickly.
Terry Pratchett
#9. The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there was no protection from the storm that was always brewing in her mind.
Nancy B. Brewer
#10. She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn't from fear. Gods, she hadn't been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often
Lia Davis
#11. This time when she picked up her paints, she didn't think, she just painted. It was like opening the door onto a storm. The canvas was her doorway and the paint all the thunder and lightning, the wild pain-filled sky caught inside her.
Michelle Frost
#12. The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Martina Mcbride
#13. His hair was think and curly and reddish-brown, his eyes a clear ice blue; Ramona had told him many times that she could see the sky in them, clouds when he was angry and rain when he was sad. Now, if she had looked into his eyes closely enough, she might've seen the approaching storm.
Robert McCammon
#14. Oh, hell to the no, he did not just storm out of there like a drama queen. She was going to find him and then castrate him.
J. Lynn
#15. He was thunder and lightning and rain, and she was the earth and flowers that drank up the storm.
Sabrina Jeffries
#16. If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.
Jill Shalvis
#17. While the storm was erupting, she stayed, staring at it, watching the shafts of lightning, like someone who could see serious things, far away in the future in these sudden flashes of light.
Emile Zola
#18. Nobody cared for her until the time she touched everyone like a breeze, but the day she turned into a storm and swept everything on her way out, the world stood still. She was a nightmare none had ever across.
Akshay Vasu
#19. She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake.
Katherine McIntyre
#20. Nonsense. Your grandmother was headstrong and brilliant and took the ton by storm. I'm told she spent her first season breaking a score of hearts and boldly inserting her opinion where it wasn't desired. Frankly you remind me entirely of her, and she would be proud of you tonight as I am.
Sarah MacLean
#21. Right at the beginning, before the pianist could get her wheels up and fly into that storm, she was hit with a con brio, which I figured meant she had to play either with brightness, with coldness, or with cheese.
Richard Bach
#22. Every time she meets him, she feels like he was a new paper ready to be drawn. And she could clearly remember how the first time she met him, he was like a sketch paper filled with grey and blue and black, all mixed up together forming a confusing storm,
Basma Salem
#23. I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes,
blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm."
Bob Dylan
#24. Dean watched her quietly as a storm of confusion whirled through his mind. What he could say to comfort her right now eluded him as words lingered beyond the grasp of his thoughts. He resigned himself to the fact there was no possible solace he could provide as she dressed briskly.
Jill Thrussell
#25. He let himself be storm-tossed, riding her billowing sea. When she held him like this he could see nothing, but the colour of his blindness was the colour of waves breaking
Howard Jacobson
#26. She was back on the island. On Yamatai. A hellish storm raged all around her.
Dan Abnett
#27. Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
Cormac McCarthy
#28. she was the human equivalent of a storm cloud.
David Sedaris
#29. Just like that - in one apocalyptic moment - simple and beautiful. A birth. But also a kind of death. Like lightning in a storm. In one flash of light, the whole desert was lit, and you could see the universe. That's what she had seen - the universe in the hands of a child feeling the face of a man.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#30. Storm, Rain, and Sunshine, huh? (Talon) My mother's doing. I'm just glad she stopped at three. I was told the next one would have been named Cloudy Day. (Sunshine)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#31. it's just a shame how that Hurricane Katrina tore up New Orleans and Mississippi. They knew better than to name a storm after a black woman. "Katrina." Not only was that bitch black, but the way she tore shit up, "Katrina" must have been from the projects too!
Ron'Netta LeDoux-Henderson
#32. If ultimately there was a tantalizing rectitude about her, she was none the less cunning: her exceeding gentleness, howbeit mitigated sometimes by the disturbing oppressiveness that foretells a storm in the air, left me utterly blind.
Georges Bataille
#33. She hadn't seen him since yesterday, and Charlotte did not understand the sensation that gripped her at the sight of him.
As if she were a lightning rod, waiting for the storm above to strike. As if she had lost all control over her life and was thrown into chaos.
Michelle Diener
#34. That the earth in its course stood still; that a she-ass spoke; that a storm was quieted by a word, we do not believe, and we shall never again believe.
Adolf Von Harnack
#36. At least there is no chance of a storm on a river," she murmured, smiling at him.
"Unless we make one!" Cordon declared and grabbed the sides of the boat as if he was going to shake it.
Jack Lewis Baillot
#37. They're gonna get us', she cried as he tried to hold her tight. She was like a wild animal fighting to escape. 'They come in the storm!'
Fighting for its life.
'They come in the storm!
Thomas E. Sniegoski
#38. Her whole body was wound up tight. She was ready to storm the palace herself - an army of one.
Marissa Meyer
#39. Besides, the storm which rages in her breast was increasing in its violence, and she would have burst her prison walls if her body could have enjoyed, for a single instant, the same proportions as her soul.
Alexandre Dumas
#40. was as charged as if a storm were brewing. It was a storm, she told herself, and one her father had seen gathering for years. Still, it humbled her to watch an old captain like Tenira announce that he would call the first bolt down on himself.
Robin Hobb
#41. She drew in a shuddering breath. "I love you." And let it out. "God." The emotion that swept through him was like a summer storm, quick, violent, then clean. Swamped with it, he rested his brow on hers. "You didn't choke on it.
J.D. Robb
