Quotes About Raindrop

See, many people can recognize an enchanting world within every raindrop rested atop the petals of a blossoming pink dahlia, but fail to notice how captivating they can still be when sat upon faded glass.

The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever." The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.

I love music. I have a fondness for Chopin, and I very much like his 'Raindrop Prelude.'

The traveling salesmen fed me pills that made the lining of my veins feel scraped out, my jaw ached... I knew every raindrop by its name, I sensed everything before it happened. Like I knew a certain oldsmobile would stop even before it slowed, and by the sweet voices of the family inside, I knew we'd have an accident in the rain. I didn't care. They said they'd take me all the way.

Listening, standing witness, creates an openness to the world in which the boundaries between us can dissolve in a raindrop.

I suppose that's the way we humans are, thinking too much and listening too little. Paying attention acknowledges that we have something to learn from intelligences other than our own. Listening, standing witness, creates an openness to the world in which the boundaries between us can dissolve in a raindrop. The drop swells on the tip of a cedar and I catch it on my tongue like a blessing.

Once arrived in the City, he dispersed utterly and gratefully in it like a raindrop fallen into the sea.

Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...Life is strange and wondrous...

You are like a rich man entering heaven/through the ear of a raindrop.

Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.

All a rainbow is is light that walks behind a raindrop and its colors fall out.

Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane.

To trace the history of a river or a raindrop . . . is also to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body. In both, we constantly seek and stumble upon divinity, which like feeding the lake, and the spring becoming a waterfall, feeds, spills, falls, and feeds itself all over again.

How light the raindrop's contents are; how gently the world touches me. From View With a Grain of Sand

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear.It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

She is hollowed out, her edges blurred and insubstantial. She might disintegrate, break apart, like a raindrop hitting a leaf. She cannot leave this place, she cannot pass through this gate. She can not leave him here.

Those who is afraid to take risk in life are like fish in the ocean afraid of being beating by the raindrop, cuz the life itself is a risk.

By thinking of the cloud, I thirsted for the raindrop.