Quotes About The Smell Of Rain

#1. Living Memory
I carry you with me into the world,
into the smell of rain
& the words that dance between people
& for me, it will always be this way,
walking in the light,
remembering being alive together

Brian Andreas

#2. The smell of rain is rich with life.

Estela Portillo Trambley

#3. The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains ... beautiful.

Carol Morgan

#4. I like one hair, tuna fish, the smell of rain and things that are pink. I hate pimples, baked potatoes, when my mother's mad, and religious holidays.

Judy Blume

#5. What they would see first would be a darkening of the sky in the east - a change from empty blue to a grey-white that would gradually shade into a heavy, inky purple. And then there would be a wind - the wind that preceded a storm and carried the smell of rain on its breath.

Alexander McCall Smith

#6. The world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can
the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.

Frederick Buechner

#7. When you sit in America you miss the open plains and you miss the sound of rain and the smell of rain and the smell of the veld. If you're African it's different and I don't think one will ever become an American or British. It doesn't matter where you move, you will always be a South African,

Zola Budd

#8. I find myself comparing the feel and smell of brand-new rain to his kiss. His kiss is much, much better.

Colleen Hoover

#9. Words have power, for better or worse.
Like the smell of fresh rain on cut grass,
Or the stench of a decaying corpse,
Like the soft comfort of a warm blanket on your shoulders,
Or the agony of a dagger splitting your chest in two.
Use them wisely.

David Estes

#10. The small tent was empty, but a smell hung in the air. The smell of earth after rain.

James Goss

#11. The fragrance of rain mixes with the smell of old books. It is heavenly - that combination of threat and safety.

Trudy Wallis

#12. He was the smell of winter rain and the sound of his predator's heartbeat

L.J.Smith

#13. She could smell the storm on him, like the lightning had followed him home, like he was made of the same dense rain clouds.

Leigh Bardugo

#14. I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.

Faraaz Kazi

#15. The taste of good coffee, so deep and complex that it was almost a crime to describe it by a single name. The sound of rain falling on the pavement, the smell of petrichor and moistened loam. The color of a single raven's feather in the sunlight, rainbows caught in ebony - ==========

Anonymous

#16. Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

Ashley Smith

#17. I keep going back as if I'm looking for something I have lost. Back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland. Back to the beacon, the breast, the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.

Heather Nova

#18. At Ghent the wind rose.
There was a smell of rain and a heavy drag
Of wind in the hedges but not as the wind blows
Over fresh water when the waves lag
Foaming and the willows huddle and it will rain ...

Archibald MacLeish

#19. Cyrus squinted through the rain at the old man, at the truck, at the crackling Golden Lady. What was going on? None of this seemed real. But it was. The rain on his skin. The soggy waffle and drooping napkins. The smell of gunpowder.

N.D. Wilson

#20. But that's the thing, how you feel about the place that's home. About its sky, its air, its smell, the color of the light, the way the rain falls (or doesn't), whether it hot or cold.

Laura McBride

#21. Life is full of joy and beauty. Look around and notice it. Notice the little butterfly, a little baby with a smile, and the white rose in the garden. Notice a drop of dew on a green leaf in the morning sun. Touch the wind, smell the rain, and feel the joy. Live your life with beauty and joy.

Debasish Mridha

#22. He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled.
"You smell so good in the rain," he explained.
"In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously.
He sighed. "Both, always both.

Stephenie Meyer

#23. Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel mill smog, sending otherworldly, bizarre shadows across the concrete sidewalk.

Rebecca McNutt

#24. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, the smell of the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man, for all things are the same breath - the animals, the trees, the man.

Chief Seattle

#25. There's nothing in the world that compares to the feel and smell of brand-new rain.

Colleen Hoover

#26. Time slows when we put all of our senses into a moment. When we notice the lighting, the way their clothes hang on their body, the smell of the rain, the sounds of the birds outside. Time slows when we taste our food on all sides of our tongues.

Shawn Fink

#27. So I went back in time and told her how I liked the smell of soil after the rain. It has a special place in my heart. It reminds me of my childhood days. Days spent in happiness and tranquility.

Avijeet Das

#28. Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth.

Haruki Murakami

#29. We're as common as rain. And she was right: to each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread, we were just a family. In a family, even exaggerations make perfect sense; they are always logical exaggerations, nothing more.

John Irving

#30. A picture is not going to be like a stone that has been subjected to the rain and the heat and the cold and the dirt and the smell of Jerusalem. This stone is Jerusalem. It is.

Refaat Alareer

#31. Come clean with a child heart
Laugh as peaches in the summer wind
Let rain on a house roof be a song
Let the writing on your face
be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

Carl Sandburg

#32. Winds shake the leaves and for a moment I smell smoke. I concentrate on the scent, but it vanishes into the aroma of rain and tree bark, the way one life can collapse into another and different people can stir within the same body, like bats thrashing inside a secret hollow.

Laura Van Den Berg

#33. A SOFT fall rain slips down through the trees and the smell of ocean is so strong that it can almost be licked off the air.

Sebastian Junger

#34. 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.

Wallace Stevens

#35. I closed my mouth and looked across the water. Inches away, Denna did the same. I could feel the heat of her. She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.

Patrick Rothfuss

#36. No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water,
Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.

Nomthandazo Tsembeni

#37. Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

Haruki Murakami