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“If I look closely, I can almost see myself floating in my mother's palm. Yet, when I shut my eyes, I find a different image of my mother releasing me as we dance in the storm and twirl in separate circles that cause the water to ripple from us in widening rings which merge in one ebbing bracelet of waves where the borders of the quarry meet the water, far from the center where my mother and I continue to spin our bodies in the radiant sheen of lightning.”
― Ursula Hegi, Floating in My Mother's Palm

“Be the necklace-fire of stars,
The cauterizing lightning.
Bewilder us with good.”
― Seamus Heaney, The Burial at Thebes: A Version of Sophocles' Antigone

“When lightning strikes at sea, why don't all the fish die?”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“It begins to rain. The first harsh, sparse, swift drops rush through the leaves and across the ground in a long sigh, as though of relief from intolerable suspense. They are big as buckshot, warm as though fired from a gun; they sweep across the lantern in a vicious hissing. Pa lifts his face, slackmouthed, the wet black rim of snuff plastered close along the base of his gums; from behind his slack-faced astonishment he 'muses as though from beyond time, upon the ultimate outrage. Cash looks once at the sky, then at the lantern. The saw has not faltered, the running gleam of its pistoning edge unbroken. "Get
something to cover the lantern," he says.”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

“...lightning forked toward the dry earth, the white light streaking across the sky as if bony fingers reached into the purpling cloud. Thunder shuddered through the early night, the vibrations of it rolling through the cracked soil.”
― Alannah K. Pearson, Bone Arrow

“More terrible still are thunder and lightning in the mountains at night, when storms come up from East and West and make war. The lightning splinters on the peaks, and rocks shiver, and great crashes split the air and go rolling and tumbling into every cave and hollow; and the darkness is filled with overwhelming noise and sudden light.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

“What is great about man is that he is a bridge, not an end: what can be loved about man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.

I love those who do not know how to live except as downgoers, for they are going over.

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I love all those who are like heavy raindrops falling individually from the dark cloud that hang over man: they herald the coming of the lightning and perish as heralds.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“Computers can deliver nuclear explosions to precisely anywhere on earth.
A lightning bolt is made entirely of error.”
― Galway Kinnell, A New Selected Poems

“Lightning flickered above the city, a crescent moon sneered through a gap in the clouds. The boutique huddled against the storm, a tiny island of light on an unlit street.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

“In a solemn tone, like a priest chanting a mass, beating time in the air with a stiff finger, Slote quoted: " 'The German Revolution will not prove any milder or gentler because it was preceded by the Critique of Kant, by the Transcendental Idealism of Fichte.  These doctrines served to develop revolutionary forces  that only await their time to break forth.  Christianity subdued the brutal warrior passion of the Germans, but it could not quench it. When the Cross, that restraining talisman, falls to pieces, then  will break forth again the frantic Berserker rage.  The old stone gods will then arise from the forgotten ruins and wipe from their eyes the dust of centuries.  Thor with his giant hammer will arise again, and he will shatter the Gothic cathedrals.' "

Slote made an awkward, weak gesture with a fist to represent a hammerblow, and went on: " 'Smile not at the dreamer who warns you against Kantians, Fichteans, and the other philosophers.  Smile not at the fantasy of one who foresees in the region of reality the same outburst of revolution that has taken place in the region of intellect.  The thought precedes the deed as the lightning the thunder.  German thunder is of true German character.  It is not very nimble but rumbles along somewhat slowly.  But come it will. And when you hear a crashing such as never before has been heard in the world's history, then know that at last the German thunderbolt has fallen.'

"Heine - the Jew who composed the greatest German poetry, and who fell in love with German philosophy - Heine wrote that," Slote said in a quieter tone. "He wrote that a hundred and six years ago.”
― Herman Wouk, The Winds of War

“Light is so fast that nothing can move faster than its own shadow.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Veins of lightning flared and throbbed behind the wall of clouds, turning the bruised sky pink, and I felt I was being granted glimpses of blood pulsing silently through the ventricles of an immense human heart.”
― Tan Twan Eng, The Gift of Rain

“Just open your mouth and let the lightning come out. Burn the victim card down to the ground - for you are so much more than that!
You’re a witch. You’re a wizard.
Open your mouth and let the spiders out! Unleash your mind; for sometimes it’s so much better than b e i n g quiet.”
― Sijdah Hussain, Red Sugar, No More

“Brainstorm until your dreams roll in like thunder & your passion strikes with the love in your eyes.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones, Sleeping With Enormity: The Art Of Seducing Your Dreams & Living With Passion

“Nothing's queer," stated the Virginian, "except marriage and lightning. Them two occurrences can still give me a sensation of surprise.”
― Owen Wister, The Virginian

“The forest exploded. A blade of lightning had cut the wilderness in half. Illuminated for an instant, the animals bolted in every direction.”
― Nathan Walkowicz, THE GIANT

“The most amazing lightning I have seen has been at high altitude astronomical observatories. Watching a nearby tree being hit by lightning is an impressive sight and the explosion of sound is awesome!”
― Steven Magee

“You want to be the tallest tree in the forest and let all the trees see you easily; but remember that lightnings will easily see you as well!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Be adored among men,
God, three-numberéd form;
Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,
Man's malice, with wrecking and storm.
Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,
Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm;
Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung:
Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.”
― Gerard Manley Hopkins, The Wreck of the Deutschland

“I have a reservoir filled with lightning under my heart.”
― Seanan McGuire, Come Tumbling Down

“Lightning strikes, you fear; rainbow appears, you are amazed; the sun rises, you relax; flood comes, you run away! Nature is like an amazing actor that exists to give you all kinds of emotions!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“One of your curls could fall striking me with the genius of a million masterpieces without you even noticing the violent storms of my love.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“The lightning bolt doesn’t choose the direction, so it has a free destination. Otherwise, breaking my mouse wasn’t my choice, but there's still my keyboard so I can finish my book.”
― Alan Maiccon

“Like nations in a world war
The dark sky throws lightning”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Long term exposure to abnormally high levels of lightning may trigger genetic adaptation processes in the human.”
― Steven Magee

“Lightning emits a high powered electromagnetic pulse (EMP) that induces energy into everything in the area.”
― Steven Magee

“Increased lightning is causing increased forest fires.”
― Steven Magee

“Come to California...and burn!”
― Steven Magee

“The holiness of lightning is in its purpose. Though it sets a dead tree ablaze, frights a dog or slays a king, what is struck is revealed by a light that makes no judgment, only resolution. The purpose of lightning is to reveal that all things are holy because they stand against the storm. The thunder shouts that every existence is a creation of the gods. Existence itself is purpose; and so all things have holy purpose; the stones that roll, the ants that toil, even the gods who are mere wind and wave, scudding clouds and rolling stones, inevitable and impersonal as the stars that watch beyond and above the storm.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, Letters from a Shipwreck in the Sea of Suns and Moons

“Across the Bay, lightning walked on awkward stilts”
― Graham Masterton, Charnel House