Top 1200 I Love Rain Quotes & Sayings - Page 12

A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of a heavy rain.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

I want to produce the music to a movie that I'm working on, like what Prince did with 'Purple Rain.'

A man of learning who makes no use of what he knows, is like a cloud which gives no rain.

When the weather's rough and it's whiskey in the rain it's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane.

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

I see romance as a state of mind. I may find it in a candlelit dinner or by walking in the rain.

That rain is the best which falls steadily on the earth. A sudden and excessive downpour ruins the fields.

The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.

I only want to walk a little longer in the cold blessing of the rain, and lift my face to it.

The whole background of 'Avian' is rain. I was just playing with textures and realizing you can touch music.

I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining, because I'm free, nothing's worrying me.

There is no sound more peaceful than rain on the roof, if you're safe asleep in someone else's house.

If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift.

The average man is a conformist, accepting miseries and disasters with the stoicism of a cow standing in the rain.

Life begins with love, is maintained with love, and ends with love. Right now, while we're alive, is the time to practice and express love. So please take care of your love. Love is capable of reaching so many people.

The near enemy of love is attachment. Attachment masquerades as love. It says, “I will love this person because I need them.” Or, “I’ll love you if you’ll love me back. I’ll love you, but only if you will be the way I want.” This isn’t love at all - it is attachment - and attachment is rigid, it is very different from love.

If the wind and rain could play guitar, they would sound a lot like Doc Watson

The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.

But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

Nowhere can it rain harder and with a more tiresome persistence than in California during the brief season when it rains at all.

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.

As the rain soaks into the ground, so pray the Lord to let his gospel soak into your soul.

A rain will fall, but the dirt it tough A pot a cook but the food nah nuff.

I think poems return us to that place of mud and dirt and earth, sun and rain.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.

Since I was a kid, I've been telling everyone about the rain forest and how it's being destroyed.

It always seemed to me a bit pointless to disapprove of homosexuality. It's like disapproving of rain.

First deal with your own tears; tomorrow do something about acid rain.

You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that’s why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV

Come rain or shine I walk short distances rather than taking my car.

Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets.

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.

And the blood of brave men was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

I think rain is as necessary to the mind as to vegetation. My very thoughts become thirsty, and crave the moisture.

I used to pretend that my Peugeot driving to the gym in the rain in Dublin was a Ferrari on the Vegas strip.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

How much of life do we miss by waiting to see the rainbow before thanking God there is rain?

I've spent 35 years sitting on a motorbike in the rain. It's not had too good an effect on my bones.

Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.

Time, like a flurry of wild rain, Shall drift across the darkened pane!

It takes a truly cool girl to pull off short-shorts and rain boots.

Weathermen merely forecast rain to keep everyone else off the golf course

No one can remain married today because they are not married to the one they love, they are married to their sacrifice, and pretending to love is too damned painful. Love and build, love and work, love and fight. Always love first. Anything placed before love will fail.

Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

A bench in the street can be a good writer because all kind of material comes onto it like a heavy rain!

Meteorologists are pretty faces reading scripts telling you whether it's going to rain tomorrow.

Better to be the architect of something you can endorse than the placard waving protagonist standing in the rain.

I have vivid memories of leaving North Borneo at 8, and I remember the vast canopy of rain forest.

The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything.

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.

When you've fallen on the highway / and you're lying in the rain, / and they ask you how you're doing / of course you'll say you can't complain.

I prayed in the woods and on the mountain, even before dawn. I felt no hurt from the snow or ice or rain.

Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.