Browsing Topic Best Spring Rain Quotes

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

God descends to earth like fresh spring rain, and at every level his grace is received differently. For some it feels like love, for others like salvation. It feels like safety and warmth at one level, like coming home at another.

For winter’s rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Walter loves the sea, and I need it in some elemental way that I cannot even come close to verbalizing. I become dim and shriveled somehow at my very core if I am away from the sea too long. When I return to it I seem to fill up and overflow with it, soaking in the vast, sighing wetness of it like a parched vine in a long, soft spring rain.

Gentle feelings produce profoundly beneficial effects upon stern natures. It is the spring rain which melts the ice-covering of the earth, and causes it to open to the beams of heaven.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

As never before, he understood the vitality of tradition, the dignity of the worship of what had existed before one’s own self had come into being. There was no shame in awe; there was exaltation. (Cafe Endless: Spring Rain)

Arab children, Corn ears of the future, You will break our chains, Kill the opium in our heads, Kill the illusions. Arab children, Don’t read about our suffocated generation, We are a hopeless case. We are as worthless as a water-melon rind. Dont read about us, Dont ape us, Dont accept us, Dont accept our ideas, We are a nation of crooks and jugglers. Arab children, Spring rain, Corn ears of the future, You are the generation That will overcome defeat.

Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.