Ray Bradbury Quotes About Rain

Quotes about: Rain

• That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.

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  Country, Twilight, Rain

  Ray Bradbury (2013). “The October Country”, p.7, Harper Collins

• Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?

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  Life, Country, Rain

  Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.8, Harper Collins

• The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.

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  Girl, Rain, Moving

  FaceBook post by Ray Bradbury from Jan 27, 2016

• I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

  Ray Bradbury

  Rain, Sleep, Night

• The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forests and watch the birds and collect butterflies. I'll show you my collection some day.Good.They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?

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  Running, Rain, Fall

  Ray Bradbury (2011). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.20, Simon and Schuster

• And some days, he went on, were days of hearing every trump and trill of the universe. Some days were good for tasting and some for touching. And some days were good for all the senses at once. This day now, he nodded, smelled as if a great and nameless orchard had grown up overnight beyond the hills to fill the entire visible land with its warm freshness. The air felt like rain, but there were no clouds.

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  Rain, Land, Clouds

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Dandelion Wine”, p.5, HarperCollins UK

• What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.

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  Crazy, Rain, Feel Good

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.19, Simon and Schuster

• I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

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  Rain, Tired, Eight

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “The Martian Chronicles”, p.58, Simon and Schuster

• Hello!" He said hello and then said, "What are you up to now?" "I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. "I don't think I'd like that," he said. "You might if you tried." "I never have." She licked her lips. "Rain even tastes good." "What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice.

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  Crazy, Rain, Thinking

  Ray Bradbury (2015). “Ray Bradbury 3-Book Collection: Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man”, p.30, HarperCollins UK

• We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

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  Flower, Rain, Black

  Ray Bradbury (1951). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, Simon and Schuster

• Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they're coming and I'm nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me?

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  Mother, Running, Wall

• And the lesson was this; sit in the sun, head down, within a prickly vine, in a flickery light, or open light, and the world will come to you. The sky will come in its time, bringing rain, and the earth will rise through you, from beneath, and make you rich and make you full.

  Ray Bradbury

  Rain, Light, Sky

  Ray Bradbury (2008). “Summer Morning, Summer Night”, Subterranean

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