Rain Washed Quotes

#1. It was a beautiful spring night, the air rain-washed and smelling of crushed blossoms, and Henry felt as if the muscles of his body were singing in unison.

Peter Swanson

#2. When the mind is tired, or the soul is disquieted, let us go to the woods and fill our lungs with the rain-washed and the sun-cleansed air, and our hearts with the beauty of tree, flower, crystal, and gem." The

Elizabeth Gilbert

#3. An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experience trying to the patience, even to the temper, of the average Saxon.

Katherine Cecil Thurston

#4. The rain washed away my pitcher's mound ... I'm a pitcher without a mound ... I'm a lost soul ... I'm like a politician out of office."
"Or a sailor without an ocean ... "
"Or a boy without a girl ...

Charles M. Schulz

#5. Crying in the rain. No one sees your tears and your pain gets washed away.

Elizabeth Bourgeret

#6. I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.

A.B. Shepherd

#7. Tell me about the rains that washed and wore you down. About the travels you took to find yourself and how you left a part of you in every place, yet somehow always came back more complete.

Tyler Kent

#8. Photography appears to be an easy activity; in fact it is a varied and ambiguous process in which the only common denominator among its practitioners is in the instrument.

Henri Cartier-Bresson

#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. The rain had washed the sunset time to a lambent beauty.

John D. MacDonald

#11. Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

Cornelia Funke

#12. Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head.

William Gibson

#13. You came in like rain
Washed away and drowned every last piece of me
Could you not have left me
With so much as a scrap?
Upon which I may breath, live, be, go
But instead I wonder between dreams
And faint impressions of consciousness

Queenbe Monyei

#14. I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature?but the prettier the kind of a thing is, the more desirable it is that it should be pretty of its kind.

Charles Lamb

#15. The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black with bright pinpoints of silver starlight hanging over a restless, grateful earth).

Alexandra Fuller

#16. Everything we "know" from above [heaven], we know from down here [earth]. How can you take something like that seriously?

Steve Stevaert

#17. He fell on his knees on that barren ground, Staring at the sky. And the sky opened up for him by raining. With the rain, every drop of his tear was washed down filling the cracks beneath. nobody got to see his pain and agony. And yet again he remained a mystery that was never solved.

Akshay Vasu

#18. I took the pieces you threw away, put them together by night and day. Washed by the rain. Dried by the sun. A million pieces all in one.

Howard Finster

#19. I opened the bag of Oreos and commenced my training, bulking up with one Oreo after another. I washed them down with swigs from the bottle of scotch, as a real man should. When I was tired of the Oreos, after about the thirtieth, I took out a cigarette and tried like hell to give myself lung cancer.

J.R. Rain

#20. The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away.

Janet Fitch

#21. A good cry is like a good rain ... Afterwards everything is washed clean, and for awhile, you can see for miles.

Jax Peters Lowell

#22. When you hear the splash Of the water drops that fall Into the stone bowl You will feel that all the dust Of your mind is washed away.

Sen No Rikyu

#23. Summer ended. Hot golden days gave way to washed-out skies and falling rain. Isabelle was so focused on the escape route that she hardly noticed the change in weather. On

Kristin Hannah

#24. My background is Scottish.

Melissa George

#25. Oh the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
And the carparks going up
And they're pulling down the pubs
And its just another bloody rainy day

Shane MacGowan

#26. Now I know my capacity for awe
is infinite: this thirst is permanent,
the well bottomless, my good fortune vast.

Elizabeth Alexander