Rain Quote by Lucille Clifton Download Open image ““her dangling braids the color of rain.”” — Lucille Clifton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Rain
“... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Her hair, just long enough now to tie back in a knot, had a coppery sheen, a hint of fire in the darkness.” — Philip Sington Copy Share Image
“…the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies.… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“She said she wanted to be a raindrop and today it finally broke us. She’d found her own to fall with, her own to… — Wesley Chan Copy Share Image
“Both of my hands wove into her hair again and clutched at the soft curls. No matter how I tightened my grip, the strands… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Nurtured by negative circumstances, braiding raging tornadoes in her hair, she held her head high, wearing her weathered poetry with pride.” — Curtis Tyrone Jones Copy Share Image
“It rained again.The drippings of my thought float with the downpour,trespassing all the murky ways through,painting you in the rainbow view.” — Madhushree Das Copy Share Image
wishes for sons by Lucille Clifton i wish them cramps. i wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no 7-11. i wish them one week early and wearing a white skirt. i wish them one week late. later i wish them hot flashes and clots like you wouldn't believe. let the flashes come when they… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
“these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places.” — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
I keep hearing tree talk water words and i keep knowing what they mean. — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking. — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
In the bigger scheme of things the universe is not asking us to do something, the universe is asking us to be something. And… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
To be a good poet, you must care more about the writing, than the writer. — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
“As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
No matter how strong the storm, how hard the rain and how vicious the wind there is always a gap in the clouds for… — Ben Greenhalgh Copy Share Image
The crisis of our diminishing water resources is just as severe (if less obviously immediate) as any wartime crisis we have ever faced. Our… — Jim Wright Copy Share Image
Some would call me an environmentalist. I don't know why. I reuse the water that falls in my backyard in the winter. I reuse the trash and clippings I produce for mulch. I reuse the rain that falls on my roof, and I reuse the sun that shines on my house for energy. I guess you could call me a… — Ed Begley, Jr Copy Share
He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“A flower needs the rain to grow just as much as it needs the sunshine.” — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
The Louvre! The Louvre has me in its clutches. Every time I'm there rich blessings rain down upon me. I am coming to understand Titian more and more and learning to love him. And then there is Botticelli's sweet Madonna, with red roses behind her, standing against a blue-green sky. And Fiesole with his poignant little biblical stories, so simply… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Joel Lane documents a life we don’t quite live, in a city we can’t quite find: half glimpsed and half imagined, we know it’s out there somewhere. Waiting, maybe. Mixing fear with desire, reputation with regret. Touching the blood-beat of our secret hunger with the rhythms of a music that never felt alien till now. Wasted lives, with never a… — Chaz Brenchley Copy Share
Yes, Brazil, like the whole world, stands to lose a lot in a climate-altered world. But it's also one of the major forces determining… — Gisele Bundchen Copy Share Image
