Jonathan Coe Quotes

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

I like rain, actually.

After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night.

I woke to the sound of rain.

... the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can--the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.

there is no noise louder than a silent phone.

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.

When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

It is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain.

Aren't the clouds beautiful? I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by.

He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.

Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near.

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?

Think about a cloud. Just float around and be there.

On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

Above the clouds the sky is always blue.

Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and a lawn sprinkled with dandelions, like a night with stars. And through it all the sound of soft rain like the sound of innumerable earthworms stirring in the ground.

I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It's a special time.

Worry means tormenting yourself with disturbing thoughts or fretting about things we have zero control over. If you live in the north there is no need to worry about the snow. You will get plenty each year. If you live in California or Texas you needn't worry about rain because we won't receive any.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

Then climate is a great impediment to idle persons; we often resolve to give up the care of the weather, but still we regard the clouds and the rain.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass.