Everybody wants happiness, and nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.— Zion Lee
Simplistic Love Rain quotations
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you.
Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.
No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never give up on love.
The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.
Everyone comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards;
there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
You cannot touch the clouds, you know;
but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
I love the infantry because they are the underdogs.
They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can't be won without.
There is love like a small lamp, which goes out when the oil is consumed;
or like a stream which dries up when it doesn't rain. But there is a love that is like a mighty spring gushing up out of the earth; it keeps flowing forever, and is inexhaustible.
Every storm runs, runs out of rain
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.
Live your life to the fullest.
Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.
We're living in world, stars and dust Between heaven 'n all that surrounds us We're travellers here, spirits passing through And the love we give, is all that will endure Just like a rose after the rain Something beautiful remains Tears will leave no stains Time will ease the pain For every life that fades Something beautiful remains
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains, Of rugged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror - the wide brown land for me!
The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.
Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
I am in love with this world . . . I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.
She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat.
She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and tears are only rain to make love grow.
Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles that nobody knows about.
Grace is something you can never get but can only be given.
There's no way to earn it or deserve it or bring it about anymore than you can deserve the taste of raspberries and cream or earn good looks. A good night's sleep is grace and so are good dreams. Most tears are grace. The smell of rain is grace. Somebody loving you is grace.
And the wind will whip your tousled hair, The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, Great tales of love and strife. And somewhere on your path to glory You will write your story of a life.
Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday.
It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.
Two things you will never have to chase: true friends and true love.
If you are unhappy, even the moon irritates you, sweet things nauseate, music disturbs. When you are calm and centered inside, noise is musical, clouds are magical, rain is liquid love.
I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.
How many times do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled from the trembling main And threading the eye of a yellow star:- So many times do I love again.
Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.
I have a thousand images of you in an hour;
all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.
I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.
Inspiration is hogwash. My work comes directly out of my loves and hates. Muses don't whisper in my ear, and ideas don't flow over my body like a cool rain.
I've got life, I've got love, I've got faith & that's enough.
We feel sorrow we feel pain, but there's sunshine after rain.
I could kiss you in the rain forever Turn all your pain to pleasure Fill up all your days with sunlight Make the passion last every night Give you my every possesion Make you my only obsession Climb up to the sky and pull down all the stars above But I could never love you enough