Quotes On Rains
1. There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
2. The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
3. I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.
4. The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
5. Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
6. Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
7. Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
8. On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
9. Walls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know.
10. I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.
11. Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
12. Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.
13. At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
14. Suddenly this defeat.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
The people who are always
15. Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive.
16. I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.
17. It’s not that we have to quit
this life one day, but it’s how
many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter,
the physics of falling leaves,
automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept
of subway trains… if only one
could leave this life slowly!
18. Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.
19. If I were rain,
That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch,
Could I join two hearts as well?
20. … millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
21. It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
22. Singing in the rain. I’m singing in the rain. And it’s such a fucking glorious feeling.
think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that’s all, just
rain, rain and cats, very nice, good
24. The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.
25. He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.
26. I wished it was raining,” he said.
“I don’t need the rain,” I said. “I need you.
27. The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.
28. When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there’s nothing I’d be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
29. Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I’m not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.
30. After the rain, the sun will reappear.
There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.
31. You can dance in the storm. Don’t wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start, right now; this very moment.
32. The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
33. They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say ‘Shit, it’s raining!
34. The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
35. Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?
36. From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.
37. I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won’t rain
38. Sometimes the clouds weren’t weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn’t mean it wasn’t scary, or that I wasn’t still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I’d be alright. We’d get rained on together. Knowing Braden he’d have a big ass umbrela to shelter us from the worst of it. That there was an uncertain future I could handle.
39. Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.
40. The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.
He said hello and then said, “What are you up to now?”
“I’m still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.
“I don’t think I’d like that,” he said.
“You might if you tried.”
“I never have.”
She licked her lips. “Rain even tastes good.”
“What do you do, go around trying everything once?” he asked.
42. Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.
43. The English play hockey in any weather. Thunder, lightening, plague of locusts…nothing can stop the hockey. Do not fight the hockey, for the hockey will win.
44. Eyes so young, so full of pain … Two lonely drops of winter rain … And no tear could these eyes sustain … For too much had they seen.
45. Although it was only six o’clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred every detail with its ragged veils, punctured at various distances by the reddish glow of lanterns and bars of light escaping from illuminated windows. The road was soaked with rain and glittered under the street-lamps, like a lake reflecting strings of lights. A bitter wind, heavy with icy particles, whipped at my face, its howling forming the high notes of a symphony whose bass was played by swollen waves crashing into the piers of the bridges below. The evening lacked none of winter’s rough poetry.
46. My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window.
48. I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a circle there with my thumb, smoothing the water in her skin. I want to show her there’s nothing to be afraid of.3
49. To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.
50. There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.
51. The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
52. And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them
53. I woke to the sound of rain.
54. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.
55. During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water.
56. All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.
57. Never dance in a puddle when there’s a hole in your shoe (it’s always best to take your shoes off first).
58. Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.
59. It’s all nonsense. It’s only nonsense. I’m not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn’t.
60. Crying in the rain. No one sees your tears and your pain gets washed away