Stormy Nights – Quotes

Now are the days,

Now are the days, of humblest prayer, When consciences to God lie bare, And mercy most delights to spare. Oh hearken when we cry. Now is the season, wisely long, Of sadder thought and graver song, When ailing souls grow well and strong. Oh hearken when we cry. The feast of penance! Oh so bright, … Read more

Worshippers aren’t made when

Worshippers aren’t made when they see the enemy on the run, put to flight. The truth is, worshippers of God are made during dark, stormy nights. And how we respond to our storms determines just what kind of worshippers we are. David Wilkerson

It was a dark

It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly a scream pierced the air’. . . . Good writing takes enormous concentration. Charles M. Schulz

It was a dark

It was a dark and stormy night. – Snoopy Charles M. Schulz

It was a dark

It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. The maid screamed. Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up. Charles M. Schulz

Ay, said the Captain,

Ay, said the Captain, reverentially; it’s a almighty element. There’s wonders in the deep, my pretty. Think on it when the winds is roaring and the waves is rowling. Think on it when the stormy nights is so pitch dark, said the Captain, solemnly holding up his hook, as you can’t see your hand afore … Read more

I got so good

I got so good at writing to a budget, my brain was restricting myself. I’d write, It’s a stormy night. Then I’d cross out stormy. I’d write: It’s a calm night. Then I’d cross out night. It’s noon. Because you know how much night costs. You know how much rain costs. Nothing comes free in … Read more

My Friend: Art thou

My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
Rabindranath Tagore