Rain Quote by Sibella Giorello Download Open image ““dripping with rain, the umbrellas looked like crumpled bouquets cast aside by sobbing brides.”” — Sibella Giorello ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Rain
“My mother used to say that rain here pours like a blessing, like a thick veil that parts to reveal the bride's face. But… — Mia Kirshner Copy Share Image
“I was glad that it rained. Not just a drizzle but big furious drops that lashed against us and danced at our feet. Our… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“I got your love out of the umbrella cabinet. I hope you weren’t saving it for a rainy day.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“it is raining blessings, and we all stand under our large umbrellas. come out and let yourself be rained upon!” — Pascale Kavanagh Copy Share Image
“The sky bruised my eyes with rain's weight and my body was a held breath.” — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“Her umbrella was useless in the wind. It was the kind of wind-whipped rain that empties the streets of people and makes day and… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“She wore amethyst-purple woolen slacks paired with a bright yellow leather jacket, like a human being hoping to become an iris.” — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“We disagreed about so many things, yet here was family: the people who kept dancing with you, even after the music stopped.” — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“all the while one simple supernatural prescription waited: “Come to me.” — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“A horizontal band of amber sunlight smoldered beneath banks of gunmetal clouds, like lamplight leaking from beneath a closed door.” — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“tall evergreens whose long and lush boughs were coated with mineral dust, like elegant ladies wearing too much face powder.” — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“We fought an enemy, invisible yet definite, who diligently worked to block us from our intended purpose, keeping us from the one thing that… — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“And then, just as quickly, the clouds returned, leaving us to walk by faith, not by sight.” — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“Her drawing conveyed a forlorn and haunting suspense, as if asking the viewer to wonder whether these creatures would still be alive when the… — Sibella Giorello Copy Share Image
“If I thought it felt good to come home to the place I loved and find that it waited for me, it was nothing… — Sibella Giorello 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