Thunderbolt Quotes

“The moon seems unaware
of night's dark hitting
on the damp warm rain
misguiding owl's spitting
A thunder light of love
raising hearts beating
while weather learns more
from rain lovers meeting”
― Munia Khan

“I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt."

[As quoted in Pol Neveux's introduction, Guy De Maupassant: A Study]”
― Guy de Maupassant, Original Short Stories — Volume 02

“The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart”
― Munia Khan

“You don't look better through beer goggles," she says. "The problem is you look way too fine without them. You're like a damn demigod."

"Wait, just a demigod? I was shooting for Zeus."

"Ask me after we ... you know."

"After you see my thunderbolt?"

"Jesus Christ, you're impossible.”
― Mercy Brown, Stay Until We Break

“The beauty of magick is the thunderbolt that inspires it - the lightning that rouses the spirit to action.”
― Lawren Leo, Horse Magick: Spells and Rituals for Self-Empowerment, Protection, and Prosperity

“And in the same fashion, while we can if we choose see the Church amid a mob of Mithraic or Manichean superstitions squabbling and killing each other at the end of the Empire, while we can if we choose imagine the Church killed in the struggle and some other chance cult taking its place, we shall be the more surprised (and possibly puzzled) if we meet it two thousand years afterwards rushing through the ages as the winged thunderbolt of thought and everlasting enthusiasm; a thing without rival or resemblance; and still as new as it is old.”
― G K Chesterton

“Upon A Stormy Night by Stewart Stafford

Lay that downy head beneath a roof,
Lest the lightning sear those temples,
As the lamb hears the hewing blade,
We sense when the last hour arrives.

Testing thunder of the scolding deities,
A gallows silence rings in every dimple.
Rain, sobbing, weeping for humankind,
with no potent hand to dry damp eyes.

The upturned night's rage passes on,
Sprightly dawn cracks a guardian eye,
Cowed people check the gashed skies,
Grins, not marked by a storm's blemish.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“His ears, Thunderbolt plugged, to every frequency from the voice airing out of the radio.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish