...we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves...
...nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...
...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...
...the art of Europe is drowned in the centuries in the war-scarred face of a motherland..
...the magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living...
...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...
...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...
...a dream isn't a wish - it's an altered state of consciousness ...
If you want the rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.
Being alone on the moors is scary; as the rain clouds settle in, it makes you realise your place in nature.
Well you know what they say. It’s always raining somewhere.
Never question the clouds, they're only bringing the life-giving rain.
It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.
I long for sleep, and for soft English rain. But they do not come.
The more it rains and blows, the more certain we are to have him.
The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain. Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.
Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
With you I'd dance in the rain in my best dress, fearless
This is what fun is like," said Rain, almost to herself.
Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.
