Storm Motivational Quotes

Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.

The strongest people find the courage and caring to help others, even if they are going through their own storm.

Challenge and adversity are meant to help you know who you are. Storms hit your weakness, but unlock your true strength.

Difficulties and adversities viciously force all their might on us and cause us to fall apart, but they are necessary elements of individual growth and reveal our true potential. We have got to endure and overcome them, and move forward. Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

Your hopes, dreams and aspirations are legitimate. They are trying to take you airborne, above the clouds, above the storms, if you only let them.

Don't give up when dark times come. The more storms you face in life, the stronger you'll be. Hold on. Your greater is coming.

Goals are my north star.  My compass.  The map that guides me along the road I wish to travel.  Goals are motivations with wind in their sails—they carry me forward despite the storms.

When a human lighthouse sees you in the midst of your storm, it points you toward safety and protection. In doing so, it also sends you and uncompromising message of belief: Yes, the situation is difficult, but you are not alone. I’m standing right here with you, and I know the way home.

When all seems to be against you, remember, a ship sometimes has to sail against the current, not with it.

The lighthouse does not qualify your distress; it does not ask if you are black or white, wealthy or less so, Democrat or Republican. It does not concern itself with where you stand on a particular issue. Nor does it blame you for being in the middle of the storm. Rather, its priority is how it might guide you toward safe harbor.

Freedom, "that terrible word inscribed on the chariot of the storm," is the motivating principle of all revolutions. Without it, justice seems inconceivable to the rebel's mind. There comes a time, however, when justice demands the suspension of freedom. Then terror, on a grand or small scale, makes its appearance to consummate the revolution. Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being. But one day nostalgia takes up arms and assumes the responsibility of total guilt; in other words, adopts murder and violence.

But it is when the storm rages that we fully understand the courage the lighthouse represents. When the sea becomes a tempestuous beast, the lighthouse transforms to an urgent beacon signaling the way toward shelter, courageously defying the elements.

Your mission: May you continue to shine no matter the storms you have been through.

[Greens] don't come through the back door the same as other groceries. They don't cower at the bottom of paper bags marked 'Liberty.' They wave over the top. They don't stop to be checked off the receipt. They spill out onto the counter. No going onto shelves with cans in orderly lines like school children waiting for recess. No waiting, sometimes for years beyond the blue sell by date, to be picked up and taken from the shelf. Greens don't stack or stand at attention. They aren't peas to be pushed around. Cans can't contain them. Boxed in they would burst free. Greens are wild. Plunging them into a pot took some doing. Only lobsters fight more. Either way, you have to use your hands. Then, retrieving them requires the longest of my mother's wooden spoons, the one with the burnt end. Swept onto a plate like the seaweed after a storm, greens sit tall, dark, and proud.

I wish you sunshine on your path and storms to season your journey. I wish you peace in the world in which you live... More I cannot wish you except perhaps love to make all the rest worthwhile.

The gift of life, gives you the greatest opportunity to live and chance to rise above any situation. With hopeful attitude you can overcome any struggle.

It is the storm that propels a ship to its destination.

A positive attitude, can turn a storm into a sprinkle.

A dove struggling in a storm grows stronger than an eagle soaring in sunshine.

Don't only learn from the rich and successful men, also learn from the poor and those that failed woefully, for in their failures lies the secret of success as well.

Learn from the ocean; not fearing turbulence, it uses the wind against it to rise instead.

Don't let yesterday’s storm keep you from enjoying today's sunshine.

Don't let him take who you are. Make him fear who you'll become.

Keep calm and keep learning.

Never forget a man who weathered and rescued you from the storm just because you can see the shores.

The storm only comes to teach you how to skillfully sail your ship.

Turbulence breaks a tree’s branches, but only tickles an eagle’s wings.

Rainbows can’t rise without storms.

The storm is what they threw at me, the hurricane is what I became.

In the midst of the turbulence, we hang onto hope.

Wine had to be grapes first. Diamonds had to be rocks first. Butterflies had to be caterpillars first. Rainbows had to be storms first.

Also, I kept thinking about Alex Fierro. You know, maybe just a little. Alex was a force of nature, like the snow thunder. She struck when she felt like it, depending on temperature differentials and storm patterns I couldn't possibly predict. She shook my foundations in a way that was powerful but also weirdly soft and constrained, veiled in blizzard. I couldn't assign any motives to her. She just did what she wanted. At least, that's how it felt to me.

the severe pain and the great trials we go through teach us the real essence of great joy

A mighty storm is inconsequential when facing a mighty ship.

Learn from roses; even when trampled they give off perfume, not despair.

A sailor is not defined as much by how many seas he has sailed than by how many storms he has overcome.

Don't cheat the foundation of a house because you want to save for the roofing for at the end, you will have only roofed rubbles.

It is better to dance in the rain than to freeze in the storm.

There are choices you make in life that cannot be undone and that cannot be buried. They can only be carried, and you either buckle beneath the weight of them or grow strong enough not to. And growing is always worth it if it helps you get to that next thing that makes life worth living.

We are diamonds in the rough Through the thrust and toil, we come out strong We are the breath of the earth, Our wombs tell of humanity's birth We are seeds splattered on putrid soils Still we sprout, through every storm We are not here to survive, We are here to live... Inward and outward In the incandescence of our existence Yes, our voices may sometimes be broken But our spirit remains indestructible. We are women, unapologetically!

Joy in a storm is better than despair in sunshine.

Love your storms; they bring more than rain, they bring sunshine.

The storm doesn't diminish a rainbow's beauty, it enhances it.

When you chase rainbows, it is inevitable you will run into storms.

It is in the storm, not the calm, that a rainbow is born.

If you share in my storm, you can share in my sunshine.

With perseverance and endurance you can survive any storm.

It's not the weather that's bad or good, it's whether you have good or bad mood. It's cloudy and cold, I feel happy and bold, As the storm unfolds, I turn silver in gold!

In the storm’s of life, you can survive by grace, faith and hope.

If Noah waited for signs of rain to build an ark, he would have been swept away by the flood.

The storm is the optimist’s friend, but the pessimist’s nightmare.

A flower blooming in a storm is stronger than a tree blossoming under a rainbow.

Rainbows are birthed in storms, not in sunshine.

When the sails are strong a ship has no reason to fear turbulence.

The universe acknowledges the value of your tears; for when it rains, it is shedding its own.

Stress is like a storm, quietly building. If I can remain calm, I quiet the storm.

Rainbows earn their brightest colors in the storm.

A marriage is about how clever you deal with it, not about pushing it away when hurricanes come crashing down. You've to be strong and find a way to not let the world tear your marriage apart.

By what logic or motivation or helpless surrender did we all, hour by hour, transport ourselves within a generation from the thrill of optimism at Berlin’s falling Wall to the storming of the American Capitol?

You might be human, but you're a woman, and that gives you far more strength than he'll ever be capable of. Not to mention perspective. Only women truly understand the cruelties of the world, the depths of people's greed and desire, what dark things they can motivate someone to do.

Alex was a force of nature, like the snow thunder. She struck when she felt like it, depending on temperature differentials and storm patterns I couldn’t possibly predict. She shook my foundations in a way that was powerful but also weirdly soft and constrained, veiled in blizzard. I couldn’t assign any motives to her. She just did what she wanted.

Virtuous motives, trammelled by inertia and timidity, are no match for armed and resolute wickedness.

All an optimist sees is a rainbow, all a pessimist sees is a storm.

A sailor is distinguished by the number of storms he has overcome.

A rainbow earns its colors in the storm.

The uglier the storm the lovelier the rainbow.

Sometimes, God drives us to Prayer and Scripture not for answers to the struggles, but for anchors in the storms.

The greatest lesson a tree can give you is to stand tall and proud, no matter how strong life’s winds blow against you.

Be the calm in someone else’s storm.

Wind either breaks a tree or teaches it to dance.

The weak dread the storm, the foolish invite the storm, the wise avoid the storm, the strong battle the storm, and the great overcome the storm.

You can survive the storm. Your soul is stronger than the storm.

Don't sell the warmer for an air conditioner just because its summer, for in winter, you will have to do the reverse.

Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain. - Vivian Greene     Success

The storm is an artist; the rainbow is its masterpiece.

If the storm forgets to bring a rainbow, paint your own.

Don’t resent the sky for its storms; rejoice at the sky for its rainbows.

If you can fly above the Cloud of politics, the storm is not for you.

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about learning to dance in the rain.

Big storms birth big rainbows.

Zay shrugged one shoulder. “I wouldn’t say it was entirely innocent. All that warm, wet water touching us everywhere. And the soap definitely had ulterior motives.” I wrapped the towel around me, tucking it tight at the top. “That career in comedy? Walk away now, Jones.

She was the storm, could be found by the sea, sometimes lost in the tides. He was the calm, gently embracing her currents, guiding her back to shore. She, secure in his infinite love.

When you are in the middle of a storm cloud it's hard to think outside of it, but the only way out of the storm is to ride through it and things will be a lot clearer on the other side

But there were always things swimming around in me that I could neither hold on to long enough to comprehend or learn to live with. It was like the change in the air that comes before a storm. You feel the energy build but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. That’s what it was like for me. When those times came I couldn’t talk. There was no language for it. I suppose when you can’t understand something yourself it’s impossible to let anybody else in even if you’re motivated to.

To produce new works a writer will use a kind of sixth sense as well as the logical process. He’ll enjoy playing with words, and that’ll help his brain to relax and produce better ideas. His study is where he discovers order and finds hidden meanings in the words. He’ll enjoy expanding the boundaries of what is feasible, and is possibly motivated more by the writing itself than by the hard cash that is the reward for writing.

Embracing The Storm The key to living through storms Is embracing them Taking every moment of beauty Every sadness And knowing it is your own Leaving the ones that have passed Letting go Facing the newest times With even the smallest bit of courage Though it can be terrifying to try Taking on the storm And then watching it Pass by

The storm is the test, the sunshine is the reward.

Don’t wait for a storm to change your life; create the storm that will change your life.

Storms strengthen you more than sunshine.

You need courage to face the storm, not the sunshine.

Life hands us storms so we can paint rainbows.

The darkness of the storm determines the brightness of the rainbow.

In storms look for rainbows; in sunshine prepare for storms.

A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.

The young, thought Sharma, have this ability to suffer much in the time of grief, unlike the old who have seen enough sorrow and know it shall not stay forever. The young hardly know grief is like a thunderstorm. It comes whispering softly at first, a distant hum, a halo of vehemence in the sky, and then there is a sudden, violent, and copious outpouring; that drenches everything that comes in its way. It darkens the sky and turns every inch of green terrain dusky grey. But they don’t realize its ferocity will become less with the lapse of time, and the sun will shine bright and warm, and wash the land golden, and no one would be able to tell there had been a storm. They scarcely understand this essential unfolding of grief isn’t meant to last forever, and eventually, it shall come to pass.

I've learned that a storm isn't always just a bad weather, and a fire can be the start of something new. I've found out that there are a lot more shades of gray in this world than i ever knew about. I've learned that sometimes, when you're afraid but you kept on moving forward, that biggest kind of courage there is. And finally, I've learned that life isn't really about failure and success. It's about being present, in the moment when big things happen, when everything changes, including yourself.

The journey to the realisation of your dreams is difficult; you will have to climb the mountains of despair, brave the storms of self doubt, be resolute in the winds of ridicule but the in the very end you will get a kind of self satisfaction that no one can take away from you

Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside itself-it only requires opportunity. You do not suppose Dempster had any motive for drinking beyond the craving for drink; the presence of brandy was the only necessary condition. And an unloving, tyrannous, brutal man needs no motive to prompt his cruelty; he needs only the perpetual presence of a woman he can call his own. A whole park full of tame or timid-eyed animals to torment at his will would not serve him so well to glut his lust of torture; they could not feel as one woman does; they could not throw out the keen retort which whets the edge of hatred. [...] poor Janet's soul was kept like a vexed sea, tossed by a new storm before the old waves have fallen.

The unreal is the illogical. And this age seems to have a capacity for surpassing even the acme of illogicality, of anti-logicality: it is as if the monstrous reality of the war had blotted out the reality of the world. Fantasy has become logical reality, but reality evolves the most a-logical phantasmagoria. An age that is softer and more cowardly than any preceding age suffocates in waves of blood and poison-gas; nations of bank clerks and profiteers hurl themselves upon barbed wire; a well-organized humanitarianism avails to hinder nothing, but calls itself the Red Cross and prepares artificial limbs for the victims; towns starve and coin money out of their own hunger; spectacled school-teachers lead storm-troops; city dwellers live in caves; factory hands and other civilians crawl out on their artificial limbs once more to the making of profits. Amid a blurring of all forms, in a twilight of apathetic uncertainty brooding over a ghostly world, man like a lost child gropes his way by the help of a small frail thread of logic through a dream landscape that he calls reality and that is nothing but a nightmare to him. The melodramatic revulsion which characterizes this age as insane, the melodramatic enthusiasm which calls it great, are both justified by the swollen incomprehensibility and illogicality of the events that apparently make up its reality. Apparently! For insane or great are terms that can never be applied to an age, but only to an individual destiny. Our individual destinies, however, are as normal as they ever were. Our common destiny is the sum of our single lives, and each of these single lives is developing quite normally, in accordance, as it were, with its private logicality. We feel the totality to be insane, but for each single life we can easily discover logical guiding motives. Are we, then, insane because we have not gone mad?