Rain Quotes
...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...
...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...
I'm justthe reason they married.Mum saysI was a surprise.Dad saysI was an accident.Truth is ...I am their mistake.
I guess us folks in California are kind of straitlaced and old-fashioned."Hahaha, I thought on the way downstairs. I never thought I'd say those words with a straight face...
Almost ninety nine percent of relationships break because at least one of the two shows dishonesty – in whatever form or degree – towards it.
Love happens once – you get it or you lose it but be rest assured, you never come out of it.
I was in love once and I am in love now… but luckily with the same person
...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...
It is one thing to look at a mistreated boat and another to look at a tomb. The silence of the bay seemed more intense. And I could see the glint of the carrion flies.
Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...
...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....
...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...
...when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...
...but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...
...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..
Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.
...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...
...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...
...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...
...when you look at the stars, you should tremble - only dullards have become callous to this frisson ...
....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
...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
...don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do...
Would that we could choose the last image we see before death closes our eyes forever to this world.
To receive love is good, but to be loved unconditionally, I don’t know what’s greater than that.
...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...
...Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch...
It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...