If we have built on the fragile cornerstones of human wisdom pride and conditional love things may look good for a while but a weak foundation causes collapse when storms hit.

It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains but like them they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

I usually get myself into situations that cause sparks. I mean I'm a girl that likes the storms. I love feeling alive I love walking out in the cold in my bare feet and feeling the ice on my toes.

There is only one secure foundation: a genuine deep relationship with Jesus Christ which will carry you through any and all turmoil. No matter what storms are raging all around you'll stand firm if you stand on His love.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

I'm not afraid of storms for I'm learning how to sail my ship.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

Australia is the only island continent on the planet which means that changes caused by planet-warming pollution - warmer seas which can drive stronger storms and more acidic oceans which wreak havoc on the food chain - are even more deadly here.

Remember the sufferings of Christ the storms that were weathered... the crown that came from those sufferings which gave new radiance to the faith... All saints give testimony to the truth that without real effort no one ever wins the crown.

I'm not afraid of storms for I'm learning to sail my ship.

If left unchecked global change will create violent conflict torrential storms shrinking coastlines and irreversible catastrophe.

For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather every day has its beauty and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.

Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.

The flesh endures the storms of the present alone the mind those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind.