Rain Quotes
...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...
...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....
...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
Don’t even talk to me about being a mother. You were never a mother! Just the psychotic twat I lived with for the first fourteen years.
...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..
...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...
...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been...
Rain is a blessing if it gives its place to Sun after a fair while
ability is of no value without discipline. Winning has no style or substance without humility.
...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
I miss it if I’m not in it for any length of time
I am not man so much as syndrome
...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...
...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...
Instead, she's as stillas a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.
It lingers in this room like the voices that still echo here, some belonging to a man who’d once been alive, and the rest belong to others who’ve never drawn breath.
...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...
...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....
...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...
There will always be something a little off, but like a three-legged dog, you’ll learn to walk again.
That's all any of us have in the end, isn't it? there is death ahead of all of us. And so we live.
...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...
...never be disappointing - you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing...
...you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...
...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...
...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...
But in a home where grief is fresh and patience has long worn thin, making it through another day is often heroic in itself.
If I were to make an uneducated guess about L.A.'s relationship with folk and psychedelia, I would say it must be the weather.
I'd love to continue my career in Hollywood - I'd love to do another action film, or a romantic comedy, or horror. I love horror films.
...at seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ...
... yes I speak a different language - the dark fire of poetry - it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood...
...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...
You’re scaring the dog, ” Trish pointed out. She rarely called me by name. They do that inprisoner of war camps, I’ve heard. Depersonalization.
...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...
...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...
It's not about blood, "says Lucius. "It's about who you shareyour life with.Where you feelyou really belong.
...Myths aren’t fairy tales or legends—they’re an honest attempt to explain mysteries...
...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...
...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...
