#rain

I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet. ↗

— Ana Patrick

#juliette-monroe #rain #inspirational

May your journey through life be vibrant and full of colorful rainbows. ↗

— Harley King

#rainbows #life

Conditioning was something I always shied away from, now I've learnt that training never stops. ↗

— Mark O'Brien

#never-give-up #training #truth #writing #life

I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn't go away- I have decided to sing in the rain. ↗

— Moriah Peters

#singing #singing-in-the-rain #storms #life

I’m mistaken…. for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heart #heartbreak #heartbreaking #jamie-weise #love

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, And tell me when it rains, And I'll blend up that rainbow above you & shoot it through your veins... 'Cause your heart has a lack of color, And we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone. <3 ↗

— Owl City

#love #owl-city #rainbow-veins #songs #love

Love will wreck your heart like a derailed train. So choo-choose your partner wisely.
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— Jarod Kintz

#crash #heart #love #partner #train

Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#love #rainbows #love

When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#love #rainbow #love

Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean." "Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so." "Why?" "Because the train gets to its journey's end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle." "'Journey's end in lovers meeting.'" Lenox laughed. "That is not going to be true for me." "Yes--yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it." The whistle of the engine came again. "Trust the train, Mademoiselle," murmured Poirot again. "And trust Hercule Poirot. He knows. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#love #poirot #train #trust #life