Quotes
Quotes about Rain
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main.
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.
But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.
And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun.
'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
O beautiful rainbow;--all woven of light! There's not in thy tissue one shadow of night; Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear. And, bending thee above, the angels draw near, And sing,--"The rainbow! the rainbow! The smile of God is here."
God loves an idle rainbow, No less than laboring seas.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven; We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings.
A rainbow in the morning Is the Shepherd's warning; But a rainbow at night Is the Shepherd's delight.
What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!
Hung on the shower that fronts the golden West, The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest; Frail in its date, eternal in its guise.
Only if we can restrain ourselves is good conversation possible. Good talk rises upon much discipline.
I have made decisions that turned out to be wrong, and went back and did it another way, and still took less time than many who procrastinated over the original decision. Your brain is capable of handling 140, 000 million bits of information in one second, and if you take hours or days or weeks to reach a vital decision, you are short-circuiting your most valuable property.
Consider the hour-glass; there is nothing to be accomplished by rattling or shaking; you have to wait patiently until the sand, grain by grain, has run from one funnel into the other.
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
Religion is the masterpiece of the art of animal training, for it trains people as to how they shall think.
