Quotes on Rainy

My mother always kept library books in the house, and one rainy Sunday afternoon - this was before television, and we didn't even have a radio - I picked up a book to look at the pictures and discovered I was reading and enjoying what I read.

Be true to yourself, help others, make each day your masterpiece, make friendship a fine art, drink deeply from good books - especially the Bible, build a shelter against a rainy day, give thanks for your blessings and pray for guidance every day.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.

On being asked what condition of man he considered the most pitiable: A lonesome man on a rainy day who does not know how to read.

Like a child exploring the attic of an old house on a rainy day, discovering a trunk full of treasure and then calling all his brothers and sisters to share the find, Richard J. 'Foster has 'found' the spiritual disciplines that the modern world has stored away and forgot, and has excitedly called us to celebrate them. For they are, as he shows us, the instruments of joy, the way into mature Christian spirituality and abundant life.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of a heavy rain.

Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.

One rainy Sunday when I was in the third grade, I picked up a book to look at the pictures and discovered that even though I did not want to, I was reading. I have been a reader ever since.

I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

If you want to see a rainbow you have to learn to see the rain.

A library in the middle of a community is a cross between an emergency exit, a life raft and a festival. They are cathedrals of the mind; hospitals of the soul; theme parks of the imagination. On a cold, rainy island, they are the only sheltered public spaces where you are not a consumer, but a citizen, instead.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Don't you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour — but a little bit of eternity dropped in your hands — and who knows what to do with it?