Quotes About Rain

...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...

I'd love to continue my career in Hollywood - I'd love to do another action film, or a romantic comedy, or horror. I love horror films.

While outside the window, the raindrops pitter pattered on leaves that shivered and sparkled, inside we made love for the first time!

Love in the rain is better than hate in the sunshine.

Is it the raindrops pervading my being?or is it your lips touching my skin?

The reason why some of us love when it rain is because it fills in the faults of our broken hearts and makes us feel complete, even if it is temporary.

Loving you is loosing my soul, I was in a lost battle, Death at my door, A dog in a backyard feels for my pain, Beer in a broken bottle wet paint and rain.

you're gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears, I only hope it rains today

...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...

I cannot remember you when the rain flows down -I cannot remember youandmy heart begins to drown ...

We do not realize the sound the world makes-unless of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra. Breaking waves. Whipping wind. Falling rain. Squawking birds. All throughout the universe, time resumed and nature sang.

Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy.

Cinta, seperti hujan, bisa menyuburkan dari atas, menghujani pasangan dengan keceriaan. Tapi kadang-kadang, dalam panasnya kehidupan, cinta seolah kering di permukaan dan harus tergantung pada akarnya yang tertanam dalam untuk membuatnya tetap hidup

All caves begin with rain. The rain mixes with gas. The new acidic water eats through rocks, and tiny fractures grow into passageways. Eventually—after many thousands of years—these passageways might create an opening large enough for a man.

In the rainy season, back home, when the land had given way to water and the buffaloes grew webbed feet, when the hens took to the roofs, when marooned goats teetered on minuscule islands, when the women splashed across on the raised walkway to the cooking hut and found they could no longer kindle a dung-and-husk fire and looked to their reserves, when the rain rang louder than cow bells

As if in grief, the bamboos were pressed to the ground. But within a matter of minutes, they nodded and waved. They shook off the rain and reoriented themselves toward the sky. My mother was impressed, indeed. Now that , she thought, is strength. Perseverance and flexibility are not opposites. Survival requires certain compromises. Endurance is defined by the last one standing. These were the lessons, I imagine, that she must have learned. My mother resolved to be the last one standing.

y los himnos pluviales que nacen de su boca envolviéndonos sí como a dos nautas enlazados al velamen incierto del amor. (de A Un Muchacho)

Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.

The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling.

The only thing I can recall is that it rained all day and all night, and that when I asked my father whether heaven was crying, he couldn't bring himself to reply. Six years later my mother's absence remained in the air around us, a deafening silence that I had not yet learned to stifle with words.

Cuando llovía con fuerza, Max sentía que el tiempo se detenía. Era como una tregua en la cual uno podía dejar de hacer cualquier cosa que le ocupase en aquel momento y sencillamente acercarse a contemplar el espectáculo de aquella infinita cortina de lágrimas del cielo desde una ventana, durante horas. Dejó de nuevo el libro sobre la mesita y apagó la luz. Lentamente, envuelto en el sonido hipnótico de la lluvia, se rindió al sueño.

En un instante infinito la lluvia quedó suspendida en el aire, un millón de lágrimas de cristal flotando en el vacío, y vi al ángel besarla en la frente, sus labios marcando su piel como hierro candente.

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What have you got against umbrellas, Daniel?' 'What could be more beautiful than the rain, Don Federico?' 'Pneumonia.