Quotes About Wipers

Dirk turned on the car wipers, which grumbled because they didn't have quite enough rain to wipe away, so he turned them off again. Rain quickly speckled the windscreen. He turned on the wipers again, but they still refused to feel that the exercise was worthwhile, and scraped and squeaked in protest.

Rain pounded on the Packard, reverberating through the car and into her bones. The wipers going full speed, banging on the steel frame of the windshield like a metronome out of control, she still could not see more than a few feet in front of her.

It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.

the wipers beating at the rain like a fool waving in a parade.

The wipers battled against the storm. Miller thought the snow coming at them was like Captain Kirk standing on the bridge of the Enterprise and watching the stars coming at him through the windows. Never-ending. Relentless.

It was shame that swiped across her soul, like these windshield wipers before her: two large black long fingers, relentless and rhythmic in their chastisement.

He turned on the wipers, and used his window wash. When the windscreen cleared, the ears had gone, and so had the pimps.

it got so heavy she had to turn up the radio and put the wipers on fast, panicky mode.

She looked straight ahead at the briskly working windshield wipers. The windshield was just like the never-ending cycles of her mind. Confusion. Clear. Confusion. Clear. Confusion. Clear.

And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.