Rain Quotes
...when someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart - I want to hug them for being real...
I feel like I've lived numerous lives...and you can explore my incarnations through my works.
If I hear any more loud voices, you will both be auctioned off on eBay. I could use the extra money.
...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
...when your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language...
The true test is wonwhen being togetherwithout saying a wordis everything.
you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...
...at some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are...
...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...
Many a soul will turn back to accustomed marshlands of defeat rather than brave the fogs of frustration
...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...
...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...
...if you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority...
Such a simple concept, yet so true. That which we manifest is before us, we are the creators of our own destiny.
Human beings are not seamless smooth creations, they have insoluble parts, and the closer you look the more mysterious they become.
For everything that's known about Lyme disease, there are still an extraordinary number of unknowns in some fairly fundamental areas.
Lyme disease is preventable, but only if Canadians have the information they need to prevent it.
Just be the strong woman you are, like me. If the guys can't handle us, it's their problem.
There're three reasonspeople get away from here:gone good, gone bad orgone dead.
...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...
Remember this: a story that must be told never forgives silence. Speech is the mouth's debt to a story.
...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...
...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...
...consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...
...you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...
...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...
...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...
I put the carpetbag on a ledge, and then, hanging upside down by my razor-clawed feet, slept until sunset. A first for me, and actually quite comfortable.Lord help me.
Am I right in thinkin' you've maybe been" - he dropped his voice - "the victim of an infamous outrage by the darkies?
I can't sleep, I can't but when all else fails I just breath...
...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
It’s so hard to communicate because there are so many moving parts. There’s presentation and there’s interpretationand they’re so dependent on each other it makes things very difficult.
...each person is required to ask, 'what is my authority?' - on what do you base your decisions? if it's yourself, then you are without excuse...
...authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...