“Why is it that good times aren't permitted to last? Especially when we have put in so much time and effort, as these two had? It is as if enjoying the fruits of our labours is one of life's luxuries that we are not permitted to indulge for too long - one day we have summer sun and the next winter storms !” EffortGood TimesNothing Lasts ForeverSummer SunMaximum EffortNothing Is EasyEverything ChangesNothing Is For SureFruits Of LaborWinter StormsEverything Changes In A MomentNothing Lasts For LongNot PermittedNothing Is Permanent Book:The Golden Tup Source: The Golden Tup
“There were two kinds of storms, Alice thought. One was a friendly kind that you could enjoy watching out the window with a cup of tea. It crashed around in the sky with theatricality but no real malice. This storm was the other, the killing kind. There are horrors that exist in the night, the bitter wind said, horrors that only children and demons can see. There are horrors that exist in the mind as well, that only the individual can bear witness to. The winter wind sang of things that the mind did not quite remember but that fear never forgot, filled as people are with the haunts and tragedies that make up the shadows of their lives. We can’t endure them, the wind whispered, for when the light and warmth are truly taken we are left shivering naked in the dark. Then we hear a nearby husky chuckle that tells us we are prey.” MindPreyWinter Storms Book:True Colors Source: True Colors
“...the atmosphere after a March storm is always dour and pessimistic; we get them every year (and two or three in April for good measure, if we're not lucky), but we never seem to expect them. Every time we get clouted we take it personally.” Winter Storms Author:Stephen King