Top 1200 Singing In The Rain Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

Under this fine rain I breathe in the innocence of the world. I feel coloured by the nuances of infinity. At this moment I am one with my picture. We are an iridescent chaos.

I always think of the Pacific Northwest as giant trees, and rain, and clouds and dampness, like the Native American art from that area.

With this pen I take in hand my selves and with these dead disciples I will grapple. Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.

Gonna rain like a cow pissin' on a flat rock" [drugstore clerk to detective Virgil Flowers] Dark of the Moon, p.7

rain began to beat at the narrow lattice windows in the stop-and-start manner of an untalented child practicing scales at the piano.

Bring a raincoat, definitely ... or at Least a little umbrella that can fit in your bag, because it always does rain.

She walked beside Jared, four inches of rain-dashed darkness between her hanging wrist and his.

Singing is a gift.

When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world, one's sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain.

Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain

I'm still dominant and that's what matters, ... But rain, snow, sleet, it doesn't matter. I'm going to go out and try and win a gold medal.

If I wasn't singing, I'd probably be, probably an accountant.

The thing that makes us know that this "latter rain" that is flooding the world with the glory of God is of the Lord, is because the devil is not in such business.

I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.

San Francisco's winter is a season unto itself. Fleeting, rain-soaked, verdant, a brief period of shadows and renewal

I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.

We don't need to clear the 4 to 6 percent of the Earth's surface remaining in tropical rain forests, with most of the animal and plant species living there.

That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in a storm.

I will always be singing.

Grief falls upon human beings as the rain, not selecting good or evil, visiting the innocent, condemning those who have done no wrong.

The word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water. (Bistami) Pg. 128

Success and singing is not synonymous.

I'm never not singing.

I got into singing when I was 6.

I'm singing. I'm a singer!

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

But I miss screamin' and fightin' And kissin' in the rain And it's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you.

I wrote two novels about a yoga studio in Los Angeles published by Penguin under the pen name Rain Mitchell.

When I was a kid, being outside was the norm. Rain or shine, our parents would tell us to get out of the house.

My love of singing is hereditary.

Two kangaroos were talking to each other, and one said, 'I hope it doesn't rain today. I hate it when the children play inside.

When you do try to picture the boys who do ask you out, they're absolutely featureless, like old carvings eroded by centuries of rain and wind.

Don't be sad! Because God sends hope in the most desperate moments. Don't forget, the heaviest rain comes out of the darkest clouds.

I like rain and mist. I've never understood why people exclaim over bright skies and bushels of glaring sunshine.

Hard rain falls in every season. Sometimes it can beat you down; you have to try to learn how to take sustenance from it to grow.

I'm sort of old-fashioned in the sense that I like to write something that I feel I could just perform alone, obviously, because I do that a lot in concert. So I try to make a song where there is as much that is as distinct as I can get it, just if I'm playing it or if I'm singing it. That makes me really do a lot of stuff in the guitar work when I sit and try to figure out how to indicate what sort of dynamic I'm aiming for. Where, rhythmically, I want to go. That's sort of what ties a lot of different records together, is that it's usually always based around me singing and playing a guitar.

It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.

It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.

Outside sleep's open window, between the drops of rain, history is writing a recipe book for every earthly pain.

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

It is a heavy downpour of rain which drenches the soil to fullness; likewise only a profuse shower of love can overcome hatred.

Do you hear the children singing?

I don't think it's something that people would ask a man. Some people make a huge deal out of the fact that I sing about drinking all the time, but I don't think of it as singing about drinking. It's singing about emotions, and sometimes that centers around drinking. To me, I'm writing about things that I'm going through that mean something to me, but some people just reduce it to: "She must drink all the time." But if a guy sings about that sort of thing, no one really looks twice.

We do not ask what hope of gain makes a little bird warble, since we know that it takes delight in singing because it is for that very singing that the bird was made, so there is no need to ask why the human mind undertakes such toil in seeking out these secrets of the heavens. ... And just as other animals, and the human body, are sustained by food and drink, so the very spirit of Man, which is something distinct from Man, is nourished, is increased, and in a sense grows up on this diet of knowledge, and is more like the dead than the living if it is touched by no desire for these things.

Now any person who plays an acoustic guitar standing up on stage with a microphone is a folk singer. Some grandmother with a baby in her arms singing a 500-year-old song, well, she's not a folk singer, she's not on stage with a guitar and a microphone. No, she's just an old grandmother singing an old song. The term "folk singer" has gotten warped.

I believe in singing.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.

Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.

Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.

The harvest of the Lord’s field is seldom ripened by sunshine only. It must go through its days of wind, rain and storm.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Home in bed listening to the rain getting ready to order a pizza. Sounds like a song til the last part.

The rain is falling ever harder, and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I’m drenched, but I can’t move. I don’t want to leave, because I don’t know where to go

Rain puts a hole in stone because of its constancy, not its force. Just keep knocking on doors until the right one opens

In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.

That's what I love. Not being interrupted, sitting in a car by myself and listening to music in the rain. There are so many great songs yet to sing

A pure drop of rain may fall on a beautiful water lily or on a dirty mud pond! This is exactly what happens when we are born!

I grew up with the classics. My mom and I would sit and watch 'Singin' in the Rain' and 'White Christmas' - those kind of movies.

There's something about two people coming together in the rain that is the ultimate expression of love in the minds of most audiences, I guess.

Do you know why the Indian rain dances always worked? Because the Indians would keep dancing until it rained.