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“First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground.”
― Jonathan Renshaw, Dawn of Wonder

“Guess life is really a road marked by crossroads. It's not the long and winding stretches that will hurt you the most. It's the crossroads. You make a bad choice and it's a tumble and a rumble before you get back on your feet again. But you'll get back on your feet. You'll find yourself. And then you'll be off to your next adventure (crossroads, I mean). In my case, I always had a safety net—my faith in God. But then, I'm more like the millions of simple folk who travel this world.”
― Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

“Some people will still find a way to create a fire with wet logs.”
― Anthony Liccione

“The reckoning is how we walk into our story; the rumble is where we own it. The goal of the rumble is to get honest about the stories we're making up about our struggles, to revisit, challenge, and reality-check these narratives.”
― Brené Brown, Rising Strong: The Reckoning. The Rumble. The Revolution

“Ali roared and his words
They just set me free
Rumble in the jungle little boy
Go and show your teeth

Tingle on your tongue, burn 'em slow
Sting 'em like a bee
Be humble in your core, bar the door
Let the doubters be
Let the doubters be

Redemption for an eternity
In the flesh, in the bone
Sturdier than a rhino’s horn
In my breath, in my tone
Levitate off of an angel’s song
This is the modern day halcyon
Straight from the immortal champion”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19

“Feel the rustle of the leaves. Experience the rumble of the clouds. The flowers sing their own songs. The bees create their own rhythms. The waves serenade with distinct notes. The breeze captivates in its own chords. And the moon mesmerizes in her own melodies. You must understand the symphony of nature.”
― Avijeet Das