Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.

Geniuses are like thunderstorms. They go against the wind, terrify people, cleanse the air.

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened, but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against the wind.

My mother, who hates thunderstorms,Holds up each summer day and shakesIt out suspiciously, lest swarmsOf grape-dark clouds are lurking there....

Since I was man,Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunderSuch groans of roaring wind and rain, I neverRemember to have heard.

I get my best ideas in a thunderstorm. I have the power and majesty of nature on my side.

I loathe the expression What makes him tick.

It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.

Before a thunderstorm there is a build-up of tension which is only relieved by the explosive force of thunder and lightning. In human affairs there must be a clear distinction between the penalties for small and great crimes. Retribution for wrongdoing must be swiftly and surely applied if greater problems are to be prevented.

It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. What a thick black cloud that is! she said.And how fast it comes! Why I do believe it's got wings!

Time has no division to mark its passage, there is never a thunderstorm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire pistols.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

I think there's a poet who wrote once a tragedy by Shakespeare, a symphony by Beethoven and a thunderstorm are based on the same elements. I think that's a beautiful line.