Camille Flammarion Quotes

Lightning seems a thought, which instead of being attached to a brain, is attached to an electric current.

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.

Life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour.

We understand tornadoes scientifically, but it still feels supernatural. The randomness makes it feel supernatural.

Electricity is really just organized lightning.

I'm really schizophrenic about that, because on the one hand I would say, yes there is, there's something inherently, even violent about it, it's wild and raw and all this.

Most of nature is inherently chaotic. It's not rigidly determined in the old sense. It's not rigidly predictable.

All of my characters have a glint of madness.

A day is sometimes our mother, sometimes our stepmother.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

We should expect the best and the worst of mankind, as from the weather.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

I have found human nature a bit contradictory in my living of it. Human life is incredibly strange.

Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day.

Storms are sex. They exist alongside and are indifferent to words and description and dissection.

We had all kinds of egomaniacs and crazies

History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.

Blizzards, floods, volcanoes, hurricanes, earthquakes: They fascinate because they nakedly reveal that Mother Nature, afflicted with bipolar disorder, is as likely to snuff us as she is to succor us

I'm interested in characters that have just a touch of madness.

If we had the fundamental laws of nature tomorrow, we still wouldn't understand consciousness. We wouldn't even understand turbulence.

By my very nature, I would never achieve a great level of consistency. That's my appeal and my downfall rolled into one.

Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why is metal a conductor of electricity, and wood is not, but you're more likely to be struck by lightning when standing under a tree? These are questions that require science to answer.

It was a quality of my childhood that everything had these two sides. Even though things could be really beautiful and peaceful one moment, they could also be a bit chaotic or maybe terrifying in another.

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.