John Updike Quotes

Without rain, there is no life.

It's a relief to hear the rain. It's the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of democracy. Water, when it hits the ground, instantly becomes a puddle or rivulet or flood.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

The rain begins with a single drop.

Without rain, there would be no life.

Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility.

Water is everywhere and in all living things; we cannot be seperated from water. No water, no life. Period. Water comes in many forms - liquid, vapor, ice, snow, fog, rain, hail. But no matter the form, it's still water.

The sea is the source of water and the source of wind; for neither would blasts of wind arise in the clouds and blow out from within them, except for the great sea, nor would the streams of rivers nor the rain-water in the sky exist but for the sea ; but the great sea is the begetter of clouds and winds and rivers.

I love the rain and everything about the monsoons!

The roots of the grass strain, Tighten, the earth is rigid, waits-he is waiting- And suddenly, and all at once, the rain!

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in

We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.

Water is life's matter and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.

The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.

Without the oceans there would be no life on Earth.

A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

No water, no life. No blue, no green.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

Pray for rain!

We love the sight of the brown and ruddy earth; it is the color of life, while a snow-covered plain is the face of death. Yet snow is but the mask of the life-giving rain; it, too, is the friend of man, the tender, sculpturesque, immaculate, warming, fertilizing snow.

Those who hate rain hate life.

The sun, moving as it does, sets up processes of change and becoming and decay, and by its agency the finest and sweetest water is every day carried up and is dissolved into vapour and rises to the upper region, where it is condensed again by the cold and so returns to the earth. This, as we have said before, is the regular course of nature.