Tornado Chasing 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.

Trying to second-guess Tegan was like trying to track a tornado. A tornado he had no business chasing.

Horror grows impatient, rhetorically, with the Stoic fatalism of Ecclesiastes. That we are all going to die, that death mocks and cancels every one of our acts and attainments and every moment of our life histories, this knowledge is to storytelling what rust is to oxidation; the writer of horror holds with those who favor fire. The horror writer is not content to report on death as the universal system of human weather; he or she chases tornadoes. Horror is Stoicism with a taste for spectacle.

Need an adrenaline junkie someone who is fearless enough to chase a tornado & fall for disaster willing to hold on when I recklessly strike, like lightning. After my catastrophic personality's storm, they will whisper -"I love thunder.

Tornadoes are so unpredictable that you never know what's going to happen. From the distance they are an amazing piece of nature. Up close they are deadly.

I love you, storm girl,” I said. “I’d love to live in Mirror Lake with you. I’d love to work on the Spiral Project with you. I’d love to chase storms, outrun tornados, fix trucks, drive all over the country. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it. As long as I’m with you.

I once saw a moat bicycling around a castle. It was being chased by a soggy giraffe that had a tornado for a neck. I was on the overlooking grassy hill, selling lasagna-free duck soup by the slice to tourists from Nebraska.

There had to be an origin for ruin. I was suddenly jealous of that tornado, the way it tangoed on the page, the way her hand ran down its length like a spine. The photo was taken from the perspective of someone who loved it, and I wanted to be captured that way, to be chased from my body.

You know what Love is, it's believing in him, even when he stops believing in himself, it's finding and reminding him of his lost dreams, it's walking him through his visions and watching him grow in everything that shapes him in his true self, it's finding a thousand ways to simply talk to each other and being fluent in each other's silences, it's watching the stars glow at night to chasing a sunrise in each other's embrace, it's kissing a millionth time and know that's just not enough, it's praying for him before you even start praying for your self, it's choosing him over and over again and growing old in each other's silhouette, it's making him know each moment of every single day of how special he is, it's finding him in everything that he loves and searching for the littlest ways to bring that smile in his heart that makes your Soul smile the most, it's fighting for him and standing up for him every single time, it's making efforts and taking time for each other, it's just literally breathing in your lifeforce in him when he finds life a bit blurry, it's simply a beautiful tornado of finding the most foolish reasons to never leave him to making the most concrete decision that no matter what you would stand right beside him, in every time, in every breath, in every tunnel of Life. Because that's what Love is, it simply means you love him more than you love yourself.

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When I was chasing storms for the Weather Channel, I tagged along with scientists who would speed toward a spinning tornado...meteorologists will tell you that storms don't scare them. Storms, for all their fabled unpredictability, still follow the laws of physics. The only thing that scares.. is lightning. There is no way to tell when or where it will strike. It is utterly unpredictable. Just.Like.Trump. His controversies hit at all hours, at all times, and rubber soles on your shows won't protect you.

no one’s ever really stormed the U.S. Capitol Building before. You know, no one’s ever done that. So… NOTE: Nitpicking history teacher moment: the British Canadians stormed the U.S. Capitol in 1814, set it and most of the city’s landmarks on fire, but then retreated the next day when they were hit with a rainstorm and tornado.[75] True story. :-) me: It reminds me ... uh, tangent, it reminds me of how early in the French Revolution the common people stormed the French Palace, the Royal French Palace, and they didn’t really do anything then. They just kind of pushed their way in so they could yell at the royal family.[76] It wasn’t until a few years later that people started getting their heads chopped off. Wolf Patch: Yeah. me: So ... but that’s a tangent.

Some people tried to predict the next mass shooting based on risk factors and traveled to the sites in anticipation, like tornado hunters chasing funnel clouds.

Broadly speaking, there are two types of wrestlers. The first might best be described as multilingual—fluent, that is, in a wide range of attacks, counters, and escapes. Wrestlers such as these are kinesthetically creative and tend to be great athletes. They roll like the best jazz musicians play: inventively, improvisationally. Quicksilver runs through their veins. They appear to eschew strategy, flow with the go, but there is method in their fluidity: they are chasing beauty, something close to a dance, the purpose of which is to create a chain of movements so ironclad for their opponents it is a form of inevitability. They are often late bloomers but more formidable in their maturity. They bristle with weapons; they are expert in all. I aspired to this style but didn’t know it at the time. The second type builds his entire strategy around an unstoppable move. These wrestlers are blitzkriegers, tsunamists. Their modus operandi is avalanche, overwhelm. Like tornadoes, they elicit the desire to take shelter or run. There is a seeming simplicity to their games, but this is a mistake: an incredibly complex set of operations is required to direct you into their wheelhouse. They are most dangerous at a match’s outset. Their efficiency is nasty, brutish, and often produces contests that are short. To immovable objects they bring unstoppable force. Given the choice, they’d finish off their opponent in ten seconds and happily call it a day.

What on earth was Reese playing at? Jude had never been pursued like that before. And yet he acted like one of those idiots who chased tornados or stood on the coast watching a hurricane approach the shore-in awe of its beauty and unable to look away despite the danger. Huh. Hurricane Reese.