Storm Chaser Quotes

I was doing the new Summer Lady a favor, running down a rogue storm sylph. Got to go all over the place in those tornado-chaser geekmobiles. You should have seen the look on the driver's face when he realized that the tornado was chasing us.

Destiny waits just behind the turbulence. ~Wendy Aguiar

what does being a dragonheart mean to you?   surviving / having flames in your veins / never-ending loyalty / powerful alone & with like-hearted people / loving fiercely / strong-spined / dangerous / celebrating yourself / celebrating others / magic even without spells / protective / gentle but armored / light-giver / reigning supremely / what fairy tales are made of / queen of your own life / no doubts about your own worth / forever valiant / tower-breaker / kingdom-shaker / standing up for others / resisting over & over / taking charge of your narrative / bravery beyond measure / not giving negativity a seat at your table / facing the fire head-on / prioritizing yourself / story-hungry / made of gold / dream-chaser / sea storm courage / voice-reclaimer / war-hearted / flower-hearted / RELENTLESS

...as we all know from experience elections actually divide more than unite.

Breathtaking sunsets and storms, transformation and realization that life's beauty is worth chasing even beyond the tempests of the sky

They’re in the presence of the beast now, an enormous incisor sunk into the horizon.

Life is like an ocean—it comes in waves. We can't always be strong. Sometimes we have to ask for help. And that's okay. Soon another wave will come, and we'll be strong once again.

We teach history to instill in new generations the values of patriotism, citizenship, and love of country, but sometimes we must also remember that we teach history so that we can liberate ourselves from the past.

His face ends up on a 1992 cover of the local alt weekly Westword, which contains profiles of him and a few other Denver storm geeks. “Some call it a hobby, some call it an addiction,” Tim tells the reporter. “I think it’s more of an obsession with me.

Ryder’s heart beats madly against my ear as we cling to each other, holding on for dear life. Adrenaline races through my veins, making my breath come in short gasps. I can feel Ryder’s fingers in my hair, his nails digging into my scalp as he presses me tightly against his body, his muscles bunched and rigid. I know I’m supposed to hate him, but all I can think right now is how glad I am he’s here--glad that I’m not alone. I’ve never been so scared in all my life, but I know it would be worse without him. It’s over in a matter of seconds. The freight-train roar quiets, the rain returning with a vengeance. I don’t need Jim Cantore to tell me it’s a rain-wrapped tornado. I’ve watched enough Storm Chasers to recognize it, even from my little hidey-hole under the stairs. If we had been outside, we probably wouldn’t have seen it coming, not till it was too late. Ryder releases his grip on my head, and I pull away slightly, peering up at him. His deep brown eyes are slightly wild-looking, but otherwise he looks okay. His face isn’t a shade of green, at least. I lean back against him, my head resting on his shoulder now. We’re still holding hands, our fingers intertwined. Somehow, it doesn’t seem at all weird. It just feels…safe. Neither of us says a word, not till the sirens are silenced a few minutes later. “I guess we should give it a few minutes,” I say, my voice slightly hoarse. “You know, just to make sure that’s it. No point in going out just to climb right back in.” He nods. “Besides, it’s perfectly comfortable in here.” “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.” “Okay, let me rephrase. It’s not uncomfortable.” I swallow hard. “I hope it’s not bad out there. I’m afraid of what we’re going to find.” “No matter how bad it is, we’re fine; the dogs and cats are fine. That’s what matters, Jemma. Anything else is replaceable.” “You sound like my dad, you know that? Have you been studying at the Bradley Cafferty School of Platitudes or something?” “Your dad’s a smart guy,” he says with a shrug.

A Petrichor Chaser And Lover By: Lorena Tamayo Castillo We grow, glow, learn, and yearn. Walk, and work for a row and worn. We go, goes, gone, to get somewhere . And we know, we are gloomy of the storm. But nature bloom and blossom on jubilant roar. So are we? Go, get up and take shower that rain. For after the withered, there is the great restore. A Petrichor chaser and lover, is never in vain. For that very scent of weather is a gain. Where a wonder land is in reign.

You're nothing but a bad habit ... just a silly, silly rabbit Karma heard you say, 'trap it' Bleeding out, you'd better wrap it Cause you get what you deserve in this life... I'm done being a storm chaser She's got a tan, so you freebase her Clocked you good, a real time waster Don't look back my way to replace her

There's a temptation to pick through each what-if. There's a temptation for the mind to travel down the counterfactual path-- be it out of longing or doubt or anger- to find a route that leads away.

in my journey to prove to the world that heroes aren’t real, I met people who were able to change my mind. Heroes do exist. They’re just rare, and they are here in this room using power to do what’s right. They’re not doing it for themselves alone, but for love, for truth…for the benefit of everyone.

Never be too sure you've seen the worst the storm can deliver. The sky can always show you something you haven't seen yet.

Ella. This is an emergency!” To my mother, Candy Varner, everything was an emergency. She was a shock-and-awe parent, the ultimate drama queen. But she had covered it up so adeptly that few people suspected what went on behind closed doors. She had demanded her daughters’ collusion in the myth of our happy family life, and Tara and I had given it to her without question. At times Mom wanted interaction with my younger sister and me, but she quickly became impatient and surly. We learned to watch for every sign that would indicate the fluctuations of her mood. We had been storm chasers, trying to stay close to the twister without getting swept up in it

Guthrie's particular brand of arrogance and prickliness made Luke want to take him apart piece by piece, to live in those moments of tension between them that were sweet and scary all at once. That tension was not unlike the eerie peace before a tornado formed - full of possibility, full of risk.

There had been no storm warning for the calamity ripping through Luke's heart.