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“Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.”

Mind I Can Eye Faces Sky Clothes Rain Stones Blue Depth Ancient Disappear All Time Silver Pale Beaten Unsatisfied Hovering Helm

Book:Later Poems

Source: Later Poems

“One of the things I find fascinating about God's creation is the way he seems to temper the negative environmental elements with corresponding positive ones. For instance, without the nearly ceaseless rains of the northwest, no incomparable green scenery would greet the eye from all directions. And the snow that snuggles atop Mt. Hood, Mt. Rainier, and Mt. St. Helens would not exist if, at lower elevations, there were no rain. . . . God's creative style ensures that something wonderful will offset something less than wonderful. In everything God seems to be balanced.”

“Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.”

Stills Eye Spirit Night Stars Tree Love You Arms Holy Rain Gold Sells Delight Scent Curves Loveliness Pine Trees

Book:Love Songs

Source: Love Songs

“May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God's dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.”

May Eye Night Sides Watches Sun Dog Wind Bears Rain Blue Miles Over You Trails Fourteen Owl Reverie Lonesome Dazzle Ridges Campfire Rattlesnakes Potholes

Author:Edward Abbey

“Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.”

Men Hands Eye Forget Arms Rain Ears Clean Track Legs Woods Wounds His Eyes Ache Exit Entrances Blinded

Book:Collected Poems, 1959

Source: Collected Poems, 1959

“I will tell you what this people need, with regard to preaching; you need, figuratively, to have it rain pitchforks, tines downwards, from this pulpit, Sunday after Sunday. Instead of the smooth, beautiful, sweet, still, silk-velvet-lipped preaching, you should have sermons like peals of thunder, and perhaps we then can get the scales from our eyes.”

People Needs Should Stills Eye Beautiful Sweet Rain Should Have Regard Scales Sunday Preaching Smooth Thunder Sermons Silk Velvet Pulpit Pitchforks

Book:Journal of Discourses

Source: Journal of Discourses

“When it is peace, then we may view again With new-won eyes each other's truer form And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain When it is peace. But until peace, the storm The darkness and the thunder and the rain.”

Kind May Hands Eye Pain Form Peace Views Wonder Darkness Laughing Rain Warm Storm Firm Thunder

Book:Marlborough and Other Poems

Source: Marlborough and Other Poems

“You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from overkill... Choose whether to laugh or to cry. Menace and promise mingle in your eye. Wait, it's only a matter of time. You know everything will be fine... Rain falls down and the seas run high. When you're by my side we can rise above it. Let me dry all the tears inside. On your way you cannot hide from the howling wind and the roaring tide. You might get hurt but your fears will subside when you at last escape from the tears inside.”

“S. E. Smith's I Live in a Hut has a deceptively simple title, considering that the brain in that hut contains galaxies-worth of invention: At night when your soldiers are praying ceaselessly for less rain and more underwear my soldiers make underwear out of rain. These poems seesaw between despair and delight but delight is winning the battle. Smith is a somersaulting tightrope walker of a poet and her poems will make you look at anything and everything with new eyes: For days I tried to rub the new freckle // off my hand until I realized what it was / and began to grant it its sovereignty.”

“I war running back to the house in Mayaguez with a melting ice cone we called a piraqua running sweet and sticky down my face and arms, the sun in my eyes, breaking through clouds and glinting off the rain-soaked pavement and dripping leaves. I was running with joy, an overwhelming joy that arose simply from gratitude for the fact of being alive. Along with the image, memory carried these words from a child's mind through time: I am blessed. In this life I am truly blessed.”

“Man hurries, God does not. That is why man's works are uncertain and maimed, while God's are flawless and sure. My eyes welling with tears, I vowed never to transgress this eternal law again. Like a tree I would be blasted by wind, struck by sun and rain, and would wait with confidence; the long-desired hour of flowering and fruit would come.”

Men Long Doe Would Be Eye Law Waiting Hours Sun Tree Tears Wind Eternal Rain Fruit Uncertain Flowering Flawless Sun And Rain

Book:Report to Greco

Source: Report to Greco

“People often say that I have a child's eye. For example, I stare at ants gathering around sugar, or when I seek shelter from the rain, I gaze upon snails. These are things which you often do when you are a child aren't they? I have a very similar sensibility to that.”

People Children Eye Example Rain Staring Sugar Shelter Sensibility Gathering Ants Snail

Author:Rinko Kawauchi

“The way to develop the habit of savoring is to pause when something is beautiful and good and catches our attention - the sound of rain, the look of the night sky - the glow in a child's eyes, or when we witness some kindness. Pause... then totally immerse in the experience of savoring it.”

Way Looks Children Eye Beautiful Night Sound Attention Kindness Sky Habit Rain Witness Pauses Night Sky Savoring Sound Of Rain

Author:Tara Brach

“Most days I feel like the sole survivor of a shipwreck, rowing my paddleboat across a sea of people on waves made of an infinite array of hands and crests that reveal anonymous faces. On a good day, the clouds part to alight on-lo and behold-an island! I step ashore, only find that it too is made of people, mangled bodies somehow still alive. They grab at my feet, pulling me under like quicksand. The last thing I see before suffocating is the sky, a billion eyes staring down, blinking in undulating electric ripples. The cold rain I feel on my cheeks is the tears of the people.”

“Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to the rain? Just a little boy standing in the rain The gentle rain that falls for years And the grass is gone and the boy disappears And the rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain? Just a little breeze out of the sky The leaves nod their heads as the breeze blows by Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye And what have they done to the rain?”

“There must be a cloud in my head, rain keeps falling from my eyes”

Eye Fall Rain Clouds

Author:Dee Clark

“Paris is particularly beautiful in the rain. It was just a nice experience for me, a pleasant experience, and I was able to present it to the world through my eyes, very subjectively - not realistically, but subjectively.”

World Eye Able Beautiful Nice Rain Paris Pleasant Through My Eyes

Author:Woody Allen

“We sometimes think that being grateful is what we do after our problems are solved, but how terribly shortsighted that is. How much of life do we miss by waiting to see the rainbow before thanking God that there is rain? Being grateful in times of distress does not mean that we are pleased with our circumstances. It does mean that through the eyes of faith we look beyond our present-day challenges. This is not a gratitude of the lips but of the soul. It is a gratitude that heals the heart and expands the mind.”

“I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.”

Hard Light Might Eye Half Morning Saws Feet Creatures Rain Instruments Lays Dull Sparks Yellow Candle Limbs Lifeless Burnt Out Frankenstein Novel

Book:Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus

Source: Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus

“My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.”

Bigs Eye Sun Tree Sky Rain Window Blue Shining Blank Blue Eyes

Author:Al Jarreau

“nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems”

Knows World Country Hands Eye Voice Forever This World Rain Rose Deeper Intense Breathing Perceive Colour Texture Selected Fragility Rendering Small Hands

Author:e. e. cummings

“I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.”

Has Beens Light Eye Night Cities Beats Rain Unwilling Lanes Saddest City Lights

Author:Robert Frost

“you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered”

Ifs Believe Littles Said Body Hands Eye Beautiful Girl Forever Alive Air Wind Flower Spring Rain Moved Fingers Busy Breasts Touched Too Busy Trembling

Book:Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

Source: Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

“Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed?”

Knows Way Should Dream Eye Wanted Asks Names Waiting Know How Streets Baby Angel Rain Forests Ships Evening Beach Witch Cruise Skates Flicker Jamaica Raphael Ping Cruise Ships

Author:Francesca Lia Block

“when the sky is as grey as this - impeccably grey, a denial, really of the very concept of colour - and the stooped millions lift their heads, it's hard to tell the air from the impurities in our human eyes, as if the sinking climbing paisley curlicues of grit were part of the element itself, rain, spores, tears, film, dirt. Perhaps, at such moments, the sky is no more then the sum of the dirt that lives in our human eyes.”

Ifs Humans Hard Moments Eye Film Millions Air Sky Tears Elements Concepts Rain Denial Lifts Colour Climbing Dirt Grey Grit Sinking Impurity Human Eyes Paisley

Book:Money

Source: Money

“Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.”

Source: Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale

“She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly warning him away from the sunken wreck he had a dream of raising; and looked at him with eyes which assuredly, in association with her patient face, her fragile figure, her spare dress, and the wind and rain, did not turn him from his purpose of helping her.”

Source: The Complete Works of Charles Dickens (in 30 Volumes, Illustrated): Little Dorrit

“His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.”

Eye Names Sound Hair Fine Rain Train Glasses Forests His Eyes Eggs Crystals Frequency Spine Unstable Humming

Book:Neuromancer

Source: Neuromancer

“I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky. and: From the stormy archipelagoes I brought my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, the habitual slowness of natural things: they made up my wild heart.”

“I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have out walked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet. When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly light, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.”

Has Beens Stills Light Eye Night House Sound Cities Feet Sky Streets Cry Beats Rain Clock Call Me Far Away Unwilling Lanes Bye Interrupted Good Bye Saddest Saying Good Bye City Lights

Author:Robert Frost

“You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah…" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.”

Thinking May Said Hands Eye Faces Fall Voice Lord Sun Fields Wind Rain Let Me Yeah Shining Warm Your Face Palms Cracked Sun Shines Irishmen Vishous Dearest Friend Until We Meet Again

Author:J.R. Ward

“I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”

Feelings Hands Eye Night Universe Four Needed Moon Rain Empty Mirrors Green Clock Insects Completeness Descending Green Eyes

Book:Everything Is Illuminated

Source: Everything Is Illuminated

“Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow.”

Ifs Thinking Sometimes Dream Eye Gone Happened Arms Terrible Kissing Rain Corners Horrible What If Links Sleeves Taunting

Book:The Gemma Doyle Trilogy

Source: The Gemma Doyle Trilogy

“As I stood with her on the platform - she impatient, tapping her foot, leaning forward to look down the tracks - it seemed more than I could bear to see her go. Francis was around the corner, buying her a book to read on the train. 'I don't want you to leave,' I said. 'I don't want to, either.' 'Then don't.' 'I have to.' We stood looking at each other. It was raining. She looked at me with her rain-colored eyes. Camilla, I love you,' I said. 'Let's get married.”

Want Looks Said Book Eye Feet Love You Bears Married Rain Train Track Corners Buying Platforms Impatient Around The Corner Tapping Colored Eyes

Book:The Secret History

Source: The Secret History

“Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked at me. 'Your turn.' I rolled my eyes. 'The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end.' No, because the sister who wasn't strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again.”

Made Two Ends Reason Eye Turns Strong Sun Rain Iron Once Upon A Time Two Sisters

Book:Handle with Care: A Novel

Source: Handle with Care: A Novel

“My dad hates umbrellas, said Deeba, swinging her own. When it rains he always says the same thing. 'I do not believe the presence of moisture in the air is sufficient reason to overturn society's usual sensible taboo against wielding spiked clubs at eye level.”

Believe Said Reason Eye Hate Levels Air Dad Rain My Dad Clubs Sufficient Usual Sensible Taboo Umbrella Moisture

Author:China Mieville

“Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.”

Eye Felt Hair Rain Skins Disappear Ice Shirts His Eyes Slides Patches Landing Raindrops Fallen Angels Quiver

Book:Crescendo

Source: Crescendo

“Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique”

Thinking Knows Men Eye Lying Song Voice Doors Tree Wall Rain Ears Snow Beast You Think You Know Walls Have Ears

Author:Catherine Fisher

“I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl…. And… I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I’m not outside my world anymore, and I’m not really inside it either. The thing is, there’s no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain. I like that most of all, being rain.”

World Life Eye Universe Water Differences Gone Rain Flow Stones Empty Ears Boundaries Bowls Cactus Stargirl

Book:Stargirl

Source: Stargirl

“The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as the circus light struck them. He groped for the flap, that slit in the fabric that would reveal her to him. She was on the rope again, her skirt flashing with tiny mirrors, hair braided with petals. He looked up at her, dizzy with it, seeing her face framed in the parasol. There were bluish shadows around her eyes.”

Light Eye Faces Seeing Flower Hair Shadow Rain Mirrors Caught Tiny Pale Fabric Her Eyes Lit Rope Circus Skirts Tents Petals Framed Dizzy Eyelashes Slits Parasols

Author:Francesca Lia Block

“I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would: Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin' rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Hit me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me somethin' that'll haunt me when you're not around; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you . . . smile.”

Giving Light Eye Pain Wish Causes Waiting Baby Kissing Rain Give Me Green Sparks Wish You Kiss Me Sidewalk Green Eyes

Author:Taylor Swift

“They kissed for the first time then in the cold spring rain, though neither one of them now knew that it was raining. Tristran's heart pounded in his chest as if it was not big enough to contain all the joy that it held. He opened his eyes as he kissed the star. Her sky-blue eyes stared back into his, and in her eyes he could see no parting from her.”

Source: Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess's Stardust: Being a Romance Within the Realms of Faerie

“So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, that your heart has been weeping blood?”

Heart Kind Has Beens Eye Wanted White Blood Tears Scene Rain Hot Prepared Passionate Expected Grieving Breasts Cheeks Shed Weeping Faded Handkerchiefs Vehemence

Book:Jane Eyre: Easyread Edition

Source: Jane Eyre: Easyread Edition

“The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.”

Eye Cold Rain Clean Naked Hey Soap Shaking Buckets Naked Eyes

Book:Storm Front: Book one of The Dresden Files

Source: Storm Front: Book one of The Dresden Files

“I will rain down silver and gold for you. I will shatter the black night, break it open, and pour out a million stars. Turn away from the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and know that I am here. That I remember and hope. Open your eyes and look at the light.”

Knows Looks Light Eye Pain Remember Night Turns Stars Black Break Millions Darkness Rain Gold Madness Silver

Author:Jennifer Donnelly

“Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.”

Said Eye White Rain Blind Eggs Cheeks

Book:George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons

Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons

“You threw everything away."I bring a hand up to touch her face,to wipe the rain from her eyelashes."Your entire life-your beliefs...Why would you do that for me?" June has never looked more beautiful than she does now,unadorned and honest,vulnerable yet invincible.When lightning streaks over the sky,her dark eyes shine like gold."Because you were right,"she whispers."About all of it.”

Doe Hands Eye Beautiful Faces Belief Dark Sky Honest Rain Gold Shining Vulnerable Lightning June Wipe Invincible Streaks Eyelashes Hands Up Dark Eyes

Author:Marie Lu

“George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forwar, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, 'My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence.”

Want Said Eye Pain Past Faces Suffering Silence Expression Rain Blue Burden Lovely Tragic Theatrical My Past Blue Eyes Forlorn Lovely Face

Author:Ilona Andrews

“I would rediscover the secret of great communications and great combustions. I would say storm. I would say river. I would say tornado. I would say leaf. I would say tree. I would be drenched by all rains, moistened by all dews. I would roll like frenetic blood on the slow current of the eye of words turned into mad horses into fresh children into clots into curfew into vestiges of temples into precious stones remote enough to discourage miners. Whoever would not understand me would not understand any better the roaring of a tiger.”

“I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.”

World Done Eye Earth Faces Lines Laughing Sun Alive Tree Drink Kissing Rain Shining Fingers Rounds Grass Apples Shakes Silver Broads Showers Breeze Blades Mirth Dripping Twinkling Apple Trees

Book:Early Poems

Source: Early Poems