A Quote by Lupe Fiasco

What starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain — © Lupe Fiasco
What starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain
It's not so important who starts the game but who finishes it.
Everything starts and finishes with the soldier.
I also love fall, when it starts to rain, or even just before the rain - that is the most inspiring thing.
A cantor, when he starts singing, it's like rain - once it starts, it's hard to stop.
People can't think when their minds are clouded with fear.
Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.
The way I do it is there's never recording 'sessions.' One finishes, the next one starts. It's just continuous.
In a country where ignorant millions are in majority, nightmares never end! When one nightmare finishes, another one starts!
I'm that girl - I've never been camping; I don't even go to festivals because I hate the cold and the rain. If it starts to rain, I'm the first one on the training field to go in and get a hat!
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night- And I love the rain.
My day starts with my son and finishes with my son, and in between, I get to do everything else.
We may not always finish what we start but God always finishes what He starts.
I would much prefer their minds to be engaged in the deadly arts than clouded with dreams of marriage and fortune, as your own so clearly is!
A man who finishes a book is always alone when he finishes it.
And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain? Who is there in the rain’s million-needled blurring splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?
It's not a big secret that what's lacking and what's wrong in our society starts with education. It starts with the way people are brought up, and what is put into their heads and put into their minds as engaged citizens.
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