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I grew up with the classics. My mom and I would sit and watch 'Singin' in the Rain' and 'White Christmas' - those kind of movies.
Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time.
Why is it that all battles are fought in the middle of the night, in downpouring rain, and at the corners of four different maps?
The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
Excellence is a signal to God that we are going to dig our ditches but if You don't make it rain, all of this is a waste of time.
Hard rain falls in every season. Sometimes it can beat you down; you have to try to learn how to take sustenance from it to grow.
Liverpool was a special city that took to me; I will always remember how special that place was. I obviously don't miss the rain.
Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little violet.
One way to find your place is like the rain, a million requests for lodging, one that wins, finds your cheek: you find your home.
What do you want me to do, To watch for you, To see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain, and love, will see you through.
I have a weird life because I live on songwriting royalties, which are a strange income. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it doesn't.
Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.
Cyber attacks rain down on us from many places. You have to make your systems secure and safe and teach your people cyber hygiene.
Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain
Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
Jis Din Tum' is such a beautiful song to hear. When I came to know that we were going to shoot it in the rain, it was so exciting!
Quotations are the gold mine of human mind, the silver pearls of the wisdom ocean, and the cool drops of the rain of intelligence.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Reading 'The Third Sex' feels a bit like flying in a veering helicopter over a rain forest that is disappearing before one's eyes.
Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.
I will never, ever forget the electricity I felt the first time I listened to the 'Purple Rain' soundtrack - and many times since.
Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader - not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.
It is raining bombs on the house of the Lord. I go in fear and trembling lest one of these terrible bombers gets into difficulties.
I don't believe in pessimism. If something doesn't come up the way you want, forge ahead. If you think it's going to rain, it will.
The concept of 'Heavy Rain' is to offer real-life situations with real characters. There are no supernatural elements in the story.
Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.
In the same way that rain breaks into a house with a bad roof, desire breaks into the mind that has not been practising meditation.
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in a storm.
Others live on in a careless and lukewarm state - not appearing to fill Longfellow's measure: 'Into each life, some rain must fall.'
The wind and the rain, gives this place a gleam that just isn't natural. And the ground, alive with crawling things, crawling death.
I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.
New formalism is writing with language as flow, like the flow from a dam, running through a desert that has had no rain for decades.
rain began to beat at the narrow lattice windows in the stop-and-start manner of an untalented child practicing scales at the piano.
It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.
Don't be sad! Because God sends hope in the most desperate moments. Don't forget, the heaviest rain comes out of the darkest clouds.
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!
You can certainly make the case that we're devolving, that it may already be too late to save the rain forests, let alone the planet.
Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let the brokenhearted love again Sherry, we can run with our arms open before the tide.
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.
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.
When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world, one's sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain.
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent when he smote again.
The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.
I'm thinking maybe letting the latches burn is the right idea. Let everything burn until there's nothing left but ashes and cool rain.
I've starred in many melodramas, but the reason 'Something in the Rain' is so special to me is that I feel like I'm living in reality.
Grief falls upon human beings as the rain, not selecting good or evil, visiting the innocent, condemning those who have done no wrong.
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.
Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.
He was so benevolent, so merciful a man that, in his mistaken passion, he would have held an umbrella over a duck in a shower of rain.
Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?