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Zora Neale Hurston quote: "Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like..."
Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain Zora Neale Hurston
Azar Nafisi quote: "I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a..."
I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain. Azar Nafisi
I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness as it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome... Og Mandino
Wake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the corn, these things that ate and drank sunshine, grass, mud, and rain, and then in the shortening days laid down their lives for our welfare and onward resolve. There's the miracle for you, the absolute sacrifice that still holds back seed: a germ of promise to do the whole thing again, another time. . . Thanksgiving is Creation's birthday party. Praise harvest, a pause and sigh on... Barbara Kingsolver
I shake my head and the tiny acrobats fall like spangles, like the cool rain on another planet, down to the inside of my feet. Richard Hell
Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet deprecate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. Frederick Douglass
Jack Kerouac quote: "The tasteof rain-- Why kneel?"
The tasteof rain-- Why kneel? Jack Kerouac
I once lay in awhite hospitalfor the dying and the dyingself, where some god pissed a rain ofreason to make things growonly to die, where on my knees. I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and prayingcrawled like a blind slug into thewebwhere threads of wind stuck against my mindand I died of pityfor Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear asthe pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats. Charles Bukowski
Pablo Neruda quote: "In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?"
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities? Pablo Neruda
I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is important to share how I know survival is survival and not just a walk throught the rain. Audre Lorde
In the morning she found pieces of a birdchopped and scattered by the fanblood sprayed onto the mosquito net, its body leaving paths on the wallslike red snails that drifted down in lumps. She could imagine the featherswhile she had sleptfalling around herlike slow rain. Michael Ondaatje
It seemed unreasonable, unfair, that a woman so young and beautiful should be so exhausted. Of course, it was neither unreasonable nor unfair. Exhaustion pays no mind to age and beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods. Haruki Murakami
But I miss screamin' and fightin' and kissin' in the rain and it's 2 a. m. and I'm cursin' your name. You're so in love the you act insane, and that's the way I loved you. Taylor Swift
How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home? Jodi Picoult
I could not give up either of these worlds, neither the book I am holding nor the gleaming forest, though I have told you almost nothing of what is said here on these grim pages, from the sentences of which I’ve conjured images of a bleak site years ago. Here in this room, I suppose, is to be found the interior world of the book; but it opens upon a world beyond the windows, where no event has been collapsed into syntax, where the vocabulary, it seems, is infinite. The indispensable... Barry Lopez

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