It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII

Snowflakes are kisses from heaven. – Author unknown

The sun lay like a friendly arm across her shoulder. – Margorie Kinnan Rawlings, South Moon Under