Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.— Langston Hughes
Emotional Rain Drop quotations
Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Do not think your single vote does not matter much.
The rain that refreshes the parched ground is made up of single drops.
Accept both compliments and criticism. It takes both sun and rain for a flower to grow.
The Brahmins say that in their books there are many predictions of times in which it will rain. But press those books as strongly as you can, you can not get out of them a drop of water. So you can not get out of all the books that contain the best precepts the smallest good deed.
After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
Some people feel the rain. Other just get wet.
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.
When you hear the splash Of the water drops that fall Into the stone bowl You will feel that all the dust Of your mind is washed away.
You do not have to explain every single drop of water contained in a rain barrel. You have to explain one drop-H2O. The reader will get it.
When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.
Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world.
Worrying is stupid. It is like walking around with an umbrella waiting for it to rain.
There's divinity within because we come from the divine, A force that's not seen, but you feel it every time: When the wind blows, and the world turns, And the rain drops, and the baby cries, And the bird flies, and the ground quake, And the stars gleam.
The portion of some is to have their afflictions by drops, now one drop and then another; but the dregs of the cup, the wine of astonishment, like a sweeping rain that leaveth no food, did the Lord prepare to be my portion.
A pure drop of rain may fall on a beautiful water lily or on a dirty mud pond! This is exactly what happens when we are born!
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your window. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.
The storm starts, when the drops start dropping.
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.
No individual rain drop ever considers itself responsible for the flood.
We do not want actions, but men; not a chemical drop of water, but rain; the spirit that sheds and showers actions, countless, endless actions.
When it rains look for rainbows, when it's dark look for stars.
All the tears of a penitent sinner, should he shed as many as there have fallen drops of rain, since the creation, to this day, cannot wash away one sin. The everLasting burnings in hell, cannot purify the flaming conscience, from the least sin.
When April steps aside for May, Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten;
Fresh violets open every day: To some new bird each hour we listen.
I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop
Soon it began to drizzle for the second time that night.
The drops grew heavier and became visible in the headlights of the cars. It was said by some of the police on the scene that God was crying for the girl in the garden. To others, it was only rain.
The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and rejoices in the rain-drops with a quicker sympathy than the packed shrubs in the sandy desert.
Between earth and earth's atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant;
there is never a drop more, never a drop less. This is a story of circular infinity, of a planet birthing itself.
Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.
It is raining and you can hear the pattern of the drops.
You can hear it with your ears, or you can hear it out of that deep silence. If you hear it with complete silence of the mind, then the beauty of it is such that cannot be put into words or onto canvas, because that beauty is something beyond self-expression .
Little drops of rain Whisper of the pain Tears of love Lost in the days gone by.
People will never understand the patience a photographer requires to make a great photograph, all they see is the end result. I can stand in front of a leaf with a dew drop, or a rain drop, and stay there for ages just waiting for the right moment. Sure, people think I'm crazy, but who cares? I see more than they do!
Like a bird singing in the rain, the grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
Diplomats are useful only in fair weather. As soon as it rains, they drown in every drop.
Quotations are the gold mine of human mind, the silver pearls of the wisdom ocean, and the cool drops of the rain of intelligence.
The tiny seed knew that in order to grow it needed to be dropped in dirt, covered in darkness, and struggle to reach the light.
Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.
She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows.
And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.
When I'm writing, I am concentrating almost wholly on concrete detail: the color a room is painted, the way a drop of water rolls off a wet leaf after a rain.