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Rained Quotes (page 21)

Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting outof the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference. Be wetwith a decent happiness. Robert Creeley
Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without. Thomas de Quincey
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. Ernest Hemingway
Is it life?" he answered, "I would rather be without it," he said, "for there is queer small utility in it. You cannot eat it or drink it or smoke it in your pipe, it does not keep the rain out and it is a poor armful in the dark if you strip it and take it to bed with you after a night of porter when you are shivering with the red passion. It is a great mistake and a thing better done without, like bed-jars and foreign bacon. Flann O'Brien
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. Gustave Flaubert
Carl Hiaasen quote: "From the bow of the canoe she asked, "Do you know a rain..."
From the bow of the canoe she asked, "Do you know a rain dance?"First I need a virgin. Carl Hiaasen
Wendell Berry quote: "The cloud is free only to go with the wind. The rain is free..."
The cloud is free only to go with the wind. The rain is free only in falling. Wendell Berry
I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. Jean Rhys
I think that I shall never see. A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed. Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day. And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear. A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer
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. Robert Frost
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go. To heal my heart and drown my woe. Rain may fall, and wind may blow. And many miles be still to go. But under a tall tree will I lie. And let the clouds go sailing by J. R. R. Tolkien
Edna St. Vincent Millay quote: "I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain."
I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain. Edna St. Vincent Millay
... it was useless to divide it into months and years, and the days into hours, when one could do nothing, but contemplate the rain Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Frank Miller quote: "The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again."
The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again. Frank Miller
Like sheep which, having been driven to a pasture, can now spread out at their leisure, the clouds began to drift. Afternoon sunlight sliced through into the still waters. The boomerang hung in the sky, and the boy thought he would have to find a new word for the way the colours glowed. In the meantime, he looked down at the water and tried out the word he'd been taught by his grandfather, who'd been taught it by his grandfather, and which had been kept for thousands of years for when it... Terry Prachett

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