Rain Flood Quotes

#1. Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise.

Allen Ginsberg

#2. No individual rain drop ever considers itself responsible for the flood.

John Ruskin

#3. Here is a good message from the ocean: You will be an ocean too if you let every river, every rain, every flood and every stream flow to you freely!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#4. There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

Stephen King

#5. Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps
And the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering.

William C. Bryant

#6. Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain.

Siegfried Sassoon

#7. Failure to love is almost like murder.

Boris Pasternak

#8. It's common in the middle of a drought . . . to forget that rain is the norm. Or in the middle of a flood to forget that floods rarely happen. Or when bad news comes from the doctor to forget that, for most of us, this comes after many years of relatively good health.

Mark Mittelberg

#9. When this flood blocks the road
I am worried more
by my soil getting washed,
than by getting late
to reach my destination.

Suman Pokhrel

#10. This is how the rain becomes a flood. One drop at a time.

Jay Kristoff

#11. Cinema is the ultimate pervert art. It doesn't give you what you desire - it tells you how to desire.

Slavoj Zizek

#12. One of the last episodes was all about a flood. We were working in the rain till all hours, and it was muddy and it was cold and it was damp, and it was hours under the hoses. That was not pleasant. That was not pleasant.

Derek Jacobi

#13. The truth is that the man I am was born in those moments, as I stood near the flood sticks with my face lifted to the chrismal rain. Shantaram. The better man that, slowly, and much too late, I began to be.

Gregory David Roberts

#14. We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

D.H. Lawrence

#15. Money is not an issue to me. My mother always tells me, money, it comes and it goes.

Chris Bosh

#16. How boys transitioned from bothersome pests to men who made her pulse skip a beat and her head swim in a flood of pleasurable sensations was beyond her. Perhaps this was the true definition of magic.

Jesikah Sundin

#17. I love it when people yell at me about the environment and then I tell 'em I'm burning 90% cleaner than them.

Neil Young

#18. Tears impress no one. But, oh yeah, there's no one here to impress. So I go ahead and let tears fall. Rain. Storm. Flood. My pillow soaks with the salt of regret, and I rest my head against it ...

Ellen Hopkins

#19. People pray for rain, then complain about the flood. They pray for it to stop raining, then bitch about the drought.

Eric Jerome Dickey

#20. For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part.

William Shakespeare

#21. It's a relief to hear the rain. It's the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of democracy. Water, when it hits the ground, instantly becomes a puddle or rivulet or flood.

Alice Oswald

#22. It is generally agreed by philosophers of science that important contributions which have a revolutionary impact on science are often methodologically inadequate, reveal many anomalies, and may indeed be factually erroneous.

Hans Eysenck

#23. Water is the formless potential out of which creation emerged. It is the ocean of unconsciousness enveloping the islands of consciousness. Water bathes us at birth and again at death, and in between it washes away sin. It is by turns the elixir of life or the renewing rain or the devastating flood.

Scott Sanders

#24. Sweeping from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood,
Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in mud,
Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.

Jonathan Swift

#25. Millions of fathers in rain
Millions of mothers in pain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of sisters nowhere to go
Millions of daughters walk in the mud
Millions of children wash in the flood
A million girls vomit and groan
Millions of families hopeless alone

Allen Ginsberg