Quotes on Sun And Rain

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.

Every day after lunch when I was writing my first book, I'd nibble a square of fine chocolate and meditate on all that had gone into its creation: the sun and rain that spilled on the cocoa plant, the soil that nourished it, the hands that picked the beans, and so on. My taste of chocolate became a lesson on the interconnectedness of things, and the infinite blessings for which I am grateful.

After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.