Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind's commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks, a stream unheard before, and you are where breathing is prayer.— Wendell Berry
Romantic Rain Water quotations
Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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.
The six best doctors: Sunshine, water, rest, air, exercise and diet.
When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
Man — despite his artistic pretensions, his sophistication, and his many accomplishments — owes his existence to a six inch layer of topsoil and the fact that it rains.
Accept both compliments and criticism. It takes both sun and rain for a flower to grow.
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.
Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.
In the year 1657 I discovered very small living creatures in rain water.
Some people feel the rain. Other just get wet.
All living beings, things that move, are equally important, whether they are human beings, dogs, birds, fish, trees, ants, weeds, rivers, wind or rain. To stay healthy and strong, life must have clean air, clear water and pure food. If deprived of these things, life will cycle to the next level, or as the system says, 'die'.
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one;
the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars.
The Order of the Arrow is a thing of the outdoors rather than the indoors.
It was born in an island wilderness. It needs the sun and rain, the woods and the plains, the waters and the starlit sky.
The crisis of our diminishing water resources is just as severe (if less obviously immediate) as any wartime crisis we have ever faced. Our survival is just as much at stake as it was at the time of Pearl Harbor, or the Argonne, or Gettysburg, or Saratoga.
The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams.
So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
Just as the water reflects the stars and the moon, the body reflects the mind and soul.
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.
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.
Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water; she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.
The mind is like water. When it's turbulent, it's difficult to see. When it's calm, everything becomes clear.
Natural thunder heralds the wetness of fresh water high clouds to quench the thirst of fields gone dry and parched, a messenger of blessed rain, but this was as dry as hell must be. My distraught perception refused to believe it, because of the insane suddenness with which it sounded, swelled and hit, and how casually it came to murder my child.
Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live.
Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.
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.
Worrying is stupid. It is like walking around with an umbrella waiting for it to rain.
people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.
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.
I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains.
One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.
Entire water of the sea can't sink a ship, unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly negativity of the world can't put you down unless you allow it to get inside you !
If you gave me several million years, there would be nothing that did not grow in beauty if it were surrounded by water.
To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.
Any party which takes credit for the rain must not be surprised if its opponents blame it for the drought.
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.
Water from a fountain quenches the excessive heat which would destroy this life.
Thus water can be called the only everlasting source of continuous being.
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
If you can survive in the desert, you survive anywhere.
I know more than anything life in desert. You can tell by looking at the dirt how long ago it rained, how hard it rained, how much water came through. You can by looking at a plant, a tree, from an animal's look. I can read the desert like I read my hand.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
Next to blood relationships, come water relationships.
The solution to our water problems is more rain.
The sea is the source of water and the source of wind;
for neither would blasts of wind arise in the clouds and blow out from within them, except for the great sea, nor would the streams of rivers nor the rain-water in the sky exist but for the sea ; but the great sea is the begetter of clouds and winds and rivers.
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and the heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain!
Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past.
Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.