Top 1200 Spring Rain Quotes & Sayings - Page 7

If you think it's going to rain, it will.

The smell of rain is rich with life.

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?

Without rain, there is no life.

... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

Spring is my sweetheart.

I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give it some 36 good twists by the time I've got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the dorm, and arrived at the university. I tell myself, "OK, let's make this day another good one." I hadn't noticed before, but they tell me I talk to myself a lot these days. Probably mumbling to myself while I wind my spring.

The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.

The sound of the rain needs no translation.

[We need not think] that there is any Contradiction, when Philosophy teaches that to be done by Nature; which Religion, and the Sacred Scriptures, teach us to be done by God: no more, than to say, That the balance of a Watch is moved by the next Wheel, is to deny that Wheel, and the rest, to be moved by the Spring; and that both the Spring, and all the other Parts, are caused to move together by the Maker of them. So God may be truly the Cause of This Effect, although a Thousand other Causes should be supposed to intervene: For all Nature is as one Great Engine, made by, and held in His Hand.

The rain begins with a single drop.

The goal is to be at the top in the spring.

Spring is the shortest season.

No rain but thunder, and the sound of giants.

You can't start a fire in the pouring rain.

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

Behind every dark cloud there's usually rain

After rain comes fair weather.

The taste of rain -- Why kneel?

The divine harbinger of summer - warm rain.

In the dark that followed - Lucy said; "where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left that place because it was intolerant of rain. Now, we are here in a place where there are no trees and there is only rain. And I intend to leave this place - because it is intolerant of light. Somewhere - there must be somewhere where darkness and light are reconciled. So I am starting a rumour, here and now, of yet another world. I don't know when it will present itself - I don't know where it will be. But - as with all those other worlds now past when it is ready, I intend to go there.

I like rain, actually.

One often feels as though something had happened before, I remember. It comes quite close to you and stands there and you know it was just this way once before, exactly so; for an instant you almost know how it must go on, but then it disappears as you try to lay hold of it like smoke or a dead memory. "We could never remember, Isabelle," I say. "It's like the rain. That has also become one, out of two gasses, oxygen and hydrogen, which no longer remember they were once gasses. Now they are only rain and have no memory of an earlier time.

beautiful insane in the rain

Without rain, there would be no life.

AIDS is the revenge of the rain forest.

I love football in the rain. That is what it's all about.

There's always a rainbow at the end of every rain.

I ran my fastest marathon in the rain.

The dearest events are summer-rain.

Come on with the rain / I’ve a smile on my face.

If you want rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.

Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.

S. E. Smith's I Live in a Hut has a deceptively simple title, considering that the brain in that hut contains galaxies-worth of invention: At night when your soldiers are praying ceaselessly for less rain and more underwear my soldiers make underwear out of rain. These poems seesaw between despair and delight but delight is winning the battle. Smith is a somersaulting tightrope walker of a poet and her poems will make you look at anything and everything with new eyes: For days I tried to rub the new freckle // off my hand until I realized what it was / and began to grant it its sovereignty.

Shooting all day in the rain is not where you want to be.

Much rain wears the marble.

Rivers neede a spring.

I’m the only fire that can live in the rain

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

I love rain. It's lucky, I always think.

...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

I'm from Holland, and I'm used to rain.

The rain comes when the wind calls.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

The rain, it raineth every day.

Falsehood is a perennial spring.

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.

I am a ceiling fan, especially during rain.

I love the rain. It's my favorite weather.

Spahn and Sain and pray for rain.

I'm not the spring chicken anymore.

I woke to the sound of rain.

'Purple Rain' is probably the best soundtrack.

Revolution is an awakening, so is the spring! Spring is an awakening, so is the revolution!

With the rain, falls the wisdom of heaven.

Spring-an experience in immortality.