William Shakespeare Storm Quotations

Every cloud engenders not a storm.

This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in a storm.

Tones that sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.