Rainbow Quotes

I think you should, yeah. You should wash your beard, then shave it off, nail it to a Frisbee and fling it over a rainbow.

I felt I was beating a rainbow to death

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

We all need a place that we can go, And feel over the rainbow

Be the rainbow in someone else's cloud.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.

Your ego may be just a soap bubble. Maybe for a few seconds it will remain, rising higher in the air. Perhaps for a few seconds it may have a rainbow, but it is only for a few seconds. In this infinite and eternal existence your egos go on bursting every moment. It is better not to have any attachment with soap bubbles.

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.

For the young, let me tell you the sky has turned brighter. There's a glorious rainbow that beckons those with the spirit of adventure. And there are rich findings at the end of the rainbow. To the young and to the not-so-old, I say, look at that horizon, follow that rainbow, go ride it.

Your mom is a rainbow goddess?" "You got a problem with that?" "No, no. Rainbows. Very macho.

After every storm, if you look hard enough, a rainbow appears.

I've had rainbows in my clouds.

If God put the rainbows right in the clouds themselves, each one of us in the direst and dullest and most dreaded and dreary moments can see a possibility of hope ... Each one of us has the chance to be a rainbow in somebody's cloud.

Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbow—red, yellow, brown, black and white—and we're all precious in God's sight.

Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.

The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.

Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh, why can't I?

The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

I think we create our world through stories. We use storytelling to escape or protect ourselves from the unimaginable and the horrible - from the real, in a way. It's like white light - if you put everyday reality through a prism you get this rainbow of colors that you couldn't see before. I'm interested in exploring the world to show the things that are invisible. And not just undocumented aspects of reality, but to actually make manifest things that have been hitherto invisible through the intervention of filmmaking.

...I wondered if it was blasphemous to tell God that rainbows are kitsch.

Military glory—the attractive rainbow that rises in showers of blood.

Still, when it looked like the sun wasn't going to shine anymore, God put a rainbow in the clouds.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

And this is for Colored girls who have considered suicide, but are moving to the ends of their own rainbows.