Top 1200 Love Rain Quotes & Sayings - Page 13

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

I used to have a house in London, but couldn't face 20 more years of St John's Wood in the rain.

The whole town looks as if it had been left out in the rain too long and by mistake.

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun?

She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

If only the weather would improve, there'd be hope of some work, but every day brings rain.

To the Christian, love is the works of love. To say that love is a feeling or anything of the kind is an unchristian conception of love. That is the aesthetic definition and therefore fits the erotic and everything of that nature. But to the Christian love is the works of love. Christ's love was not an inner feeling, a full heart and what not, it was the work of love which was his life.

Pablito, the Bible was meant to be a bridge, not a wedge. It's the greatest love story ever told, about God's enduring and unconditional love for his creation--love beyond all reason. To understand it, you have to read it with love as the standard. Love God. Love your neighbor. Love yourself. Always remember that.

The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.

English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.

Excellence is a signal to God that we are going to dig our ditches but if You don't make it rain, all of this is a waste of time.

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.

Remember that hate is not the opposite of love as people think. Hate is love standing upside down; it is not the opposite of love. The real opposite of love is fear. In love one expands, in fear one shrinks. In fear one becomes closed, in love one opens. In fear one doubts, in love one trusts. In fear one is left lonely. In love one disappears; hence there is no question of loneliness at all. Love is when you have known your inner sky. There is no higher religion than love

The sudden appearance of mushrooms after a summer rain is one of the more impressive spectacles of the plant world.

We will never be an advanced civilization as long as rain showers can delay the launching of a space rocket.

Why is it that all battles are fought in the middle of the night, in downpouring rain, and at the corners of four different maps?

Unknowingly, we plow the dust of stars, blown about us by the wind, and drink the universe in a glass of rain.

An ocean of bliss may rain down from the heavens, but if you hold up only a thimble, that is all you receive

People who wear fur smell like a wet dog if they're in the rain. And they look fat and gross.

I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.

I saw the lovely arch Of rainbow span the sky, The gold sun burning As the rain swept by.

When I was a kid, we never heard of smog, ozone depletion, acid rain, green house gasses.

Replace the words "have to" with "get to" and watch how the cold rain on your life changes to sunshine.

As the Arabs say, "The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.

Any party which takes credit for the rain must not be surprised if its opponents blame it for the drought.

Qawaali is the art, that's in my soul. It's the ground. Everything else is a passing season - wind, rain, sunshine.

Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Vacation: When you spend thousands of dollars to see what rain looks like in different parts of the world.

There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain.

Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.

Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.

I've starred in many melodramas, but the reason 'Something in the Rain' is so special to me is that I feel like I'm living in reality.

I'm watching the Weather Channel more than I've ever watched it. I'm scared to death it's going to rain.

Singin' in the Rain (1952) and childbirth were the two hardest things I ever had to do in my life.

I've stood in long lines, in the rain and under the sun, just to buy a pack of butter or a box of paper napkins. I've seen mothers running after the corpses of their martyred sons, oblivious to whether their headscarves or their chadors or their stockings and shoes were slipping off or not. I won't say any more. In the light of all this, how did you expect my poetry to be joyful or, as in my recent poem, to speak of love? Even so, more than half of my poetry is joyful and these are the products of the moments when I've felt happy.

The roots of the grass strain, Tighten, the earth is rigid, waits-he is waiting- And suddenly, and all at once, the rain!

I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.

What are you doing son, you're gonna drive yourself insane. You'll never find the sunshine, when you're following the rain.

If the first of July it be rainy weather, 'Twill rain more or less for four weeks together.

If the sun of God's countenance shine upon me, I may well be content to be wet with the rain of affliction.

It ain't the rain, the snow, the boss, the competition, the spouse, the money, the car, the job, or the kids - it's you! And it always has been.

I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.

I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Woolly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.

I hate to rain on anyone's parade or burst the enthusiasm bubble, but talk is especially cheap during an election season.

Love of goodness without love of learning degenerates into simple-mindedness. Love of knowledge without love of learning degenerates into utter lack of principle. Love of faithfulness without love of learning degenerates into injurious disregard of consequences. Love of uprightness without love of learning degenerates into harshness. Love of courage without love of learning degenerates into insubordination. Love of strong character without love of learning degenerates into mere recklessness.

Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.

Certain emotions just take you to the notes - being furious, heroic, sad, erotic, when rain comes.

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

Love is our only reason for living and the only purpose of life. We live for the sake of love, and we live seeking love... it is not surprising that we keep looking for love. All of us are nothing but vibrations of love. We are sustained by love, and in the end we merge back into love.

Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

I love films, I love movies, I love television, I love television series, I love the internet, I love anything that enhances images. But most of all, I love, love movies.

The struggle with evil by means of violence is the same as an attempt to stop a cloud, in order that there may be no rain.

Love is real, real is love, Love is feeling, feeling love, Love is wanting to be loved. Love is touch, touch is love, Love is reaching, reaching love, Love is asking to be loved. Love is you, You and me, Love is knowing, We can be. Love is free, free is love, Love is living, living love, Love is needing to be loved.