A Quote by Kami Garcia

Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining. — © Kami Garcia
Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining.

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April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets.
Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining.
Don't piss in my ear and tell me it's raining.
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Don't tell me it's raining when you're peeing on me!
It is raining DNA outside. On the bank of the Oxford canal at the bottom of my garden is a large willow tree, and it is pumping downy seeds into the air. ... spreading DNA whose coded characters spell out specific instructions for building willow trees that will shed a new generation of downy seeds. ... It is raining instructions out there; it's raining programs; it's raining tree-growing, fluff-spreading, algorithms. That is not a metaphor, it is the plain truth. It couldn't be any plainer if it were raining floppy discs.
From my vantage point, when I'm criticized in a way that I can hear what's being said - i.e., the issues - I'm more likely to listen and respond. A lot of the personal email I receive consists of name calling; I'll write back and say: Talk to me like I'm a person and you're a person and tell me where you disagree with me. I can't tell you how that turns people upside down. More often than not they write back with an apology and a reasoned argument.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me.
It's the whole Nietzche philosophy of you are your own God. That's why I debase myself in the concerts and tell people to spit on me. I'm saying to them 'You are no different from me'.
I have everything I need. A square of sky, a piece of stone, a page, a pen, and memory raining down on me in sleeves.
Swallow my words. Taste my thoughts. And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me!.
[My best tip for overcoming depression is] to regard it as being like the weather. It's not your responsibility that it's raining, but it is real when it rains, and the fact that it's raining does not mean that the rain is never going to stop. The only thing to do is to believe that, one day, it won't be raining and accept it so you can find a mental umbrella to shield yourself from the worst. The sun will eventually come up.
If I'm on fire, don't spit on me. I won't spit on you. That's respect. You go your way, and I'll go mine.
Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I’d rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain make ‘em grow
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