Top 1200 Love Rain Quotes & Sayings - Page 18

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

Opinions, like showers, are generated in high places, but they invariably descend into lower ones, and ultimately flow down to the people as rain unto the sea.

Don't pray for the rain to stop; pray for good luck fishing when the river floods.

Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It's not 'I love you' for this or that reason, not 'I love you if you love me.' It's love for no reason, love without an object.

The state of matrimony is the chief in the world after religion; but people shun it because of its inconveniences, like one who, running out of the rain, falls into the river.

A cantor, when he starts singing, it's like rain - once it starts, it's hard to stop.

Such words as 'God' and 'Death' and 'Suffering' and 'Eternity' are best forgotten. We have to become as simple and as wordless as the growing corn or the falling rain. We must just be.

The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers

I saw Rain dance on TV and decided that I wanted to sing and dance like him.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

The most amazing live shows that I've ever seen were Rain Parade shows.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way.

Fishes and tales And a fisherman's daughter Walks in the rain, She walks to the water To the sea.

Adversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.

Love, I would later conclude, was all things to all people. Love was the breaking and healing of hearts. Love was misunderstood, love was faith, love was the promise of now that became hope for the future. Love was a rhythm, a resonance, a reverberation. Love was awkward and foolish, it was aggressive and simple and possessed of so many indefinable qualities it could never be conveyed in language. Love was being. The same gravity that relentlessly pulled at me was defied as I rose into something that became everything.

Gratitude is the creative force, the mother and father of love. It is in gratitude that real love exists. Love expands only when gratitude is there. Limited love does not offer gratitude. Limited love is immediately bound by something- by constant desires or constant demands. But when it is unlimited love, constant love, then gratitude comes to the fore. This love becomes all gratitude.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

Tomorrow is our final show. That is unless it rains, and then there will be a rain delay. We'll probably make it up in a doubleheader around Labor Day.

So when I was a kid in Guyana, I would run barefoot in the street and bathe in the rain. That was a real thing. Picture that, showers falling from the sky in the middle of the Caribbean.

Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.

People love my collard greens. They love my macaroni and cheese. They love the gumbo. They love my Jamaican jerk or my Jamaican curry chicken. They love the jerk, though. And they love my Mexican food.

Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to Rain Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord. I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding out about Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!

Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass

You would not cry if you knew that by looking deeply into the rain you would still see the cloud.

I love wisdom. And you can never be great at anything unless you love it. Not be in love with it, but love the thing, admire the thing. And it seems that if you love the thing, and you don't just want to possess it, it will find you. But if you're in love with the thing, it may run like hell away from you.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

I never ask myself how I do what I do. After all, how does it rain?

People will try to rain on your parade because they have no parade of their own.

And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something.

Some of my favorite songs are slow songs, like Guns N' Roses' 'November Rain.'

Nobody ever had a rainbow baby until they had the rain

No more prizes for predicting the rain, only prizes for building the arks

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

I went for a walk in the rain. Recently, whenever it rains, I feel like I want to go for a walk.

Let the young rain of tears come, let the calm hands of grief come. It's not all as evil as you think.

I'll never let you see, the way my broken heart is hurting me, I've got my pride and know how to hide all my sorrow and pain, I'll do my crying in the rain.

I don't know how else to tell the story except to utilise that vocabulary: the rain, the darkness, the mansions, the framing, etc, the lighting and that sort of thing.

He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

I like to see women getting drenched in the rain. So to that extent, I like 'Barsaat.'

Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

The tropical rain forests are a telling example. Once cut down, they rarely recover. Rainfall drops, deserts spread, the climate warms.

Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.

What am I doing? Nothing. I am letting life rain upon me.

I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?

They sat it "Rains Blood" at scenes of battle... you truly...make blood rain

We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.

A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

Healing rain is a real touch from God. It could be physical healing or emotional or whatever.

We're expecting a lot of rain in the state of Oregon, so let's just get rid of Oregon.

Everybody wants happiness, and nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.