A Quote by Paul McCartney

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun... — © Paul McCartney
For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...
You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.
Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.
The Sun after the rain is much beautiful than the Sun before the rain!
If the sun warms up the rain, and the rain puts out the sun. Why does the greatest love become the greatest pain?
We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
UNDER THE STORM AND THE CLOUD TODAY, AND TODAY THE HARD PERIL AND PAIN - TOMORROW THE STONE WILL BE ROLLED AWAY, FOR THE SUNSHINE SHALL FOLLOW THE RAIN
The digital sunset always looks better than the real thing, always. Because a sunset generated by the basic package of yellow sun and blue sky is unreliable. Today it may be stunning, hypnotic. Tomorrow it may be lifeless and dull, a white sky scorched with yellow. Tomorrow the sky will be velvet.
Never do today what you can put off till tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Follow-up is the answer to a bureaucrat's prayers.
If the sun of God's countenance shine upon me, I may well be content to be wet with the rain of affliction.
I follow the universe; I follow G-d. G-d made the sun, and the sun shines on everyone.
The rain drags Black Sun down, but the rain dried by White Moon.
Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"... "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.
The sun will shine again. No matter... how painful and hard the rain may beat down on me.
How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?
May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God's dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.
Whatever may happen the sun will rise tomorrow as it rose to-day, beneficent and serene.
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