He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may that one be the shortest.
Stephen King, Lady Oriza, The Dark Tower

And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales,
Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails;
Silent and slow, and terribly strong,
The mighty shadow is borne along,
Like the dark eternity to come;
While the world below, dismayed and dumb,
Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere
Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear.
William Cullen Bryant, The Hurricane

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought‐executing fires,
Vaunt‐couriers to oak‐cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all‐shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o‐ the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!!
William Shakespeare, King Lear

I like it. In fact, I want a bumper sticker that says, “ I Waited Out The Starkblast in Gook.”
Stephen King, Eddie Dean, The Dark Tower

Wyjazd z Polski, Michał Lorenc

The Storm, Lisa Gerrard and HAVASI

Eye of the Storm, Jim Yosef

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