Stephen King Quotes About Rain

Quotes about: Rain

• Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

  Stephen King

  Rain, Praying, Wells

  Stephen King (2012). “The Wind Through the Keyhole: A Dark Tower Novel”, p.174, Simon and Schuster

• I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.

  Stephen King

  Lonely, Pain, Rain

  Stephen King (2010). “The Green Mile: The Complete Serial Novel”, p.348, Simon and Schuster

• The good folks mostly win, courage usually triumphs over fear, the family dog hardly ever contracts rabies: these are things I knew at twenty-five, and things I still know now, at the age of 25 x 2. But I know something else as well: there's a place in most of us where the rain is pretty much constant, the shadows are always long, and the woods are full of monsters. It is good to have a voice in which the terrors of such a place can be articulated and its geography partially described, without denying the sunshine and clarity that fill so much of our ordinary lives. (viii)

  Stephen King

  Dog, Rain, Sunshine

• and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

  Stephen King

  Rain, Black, Shadow

• The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

  Stephen King

  Rain, Years, Floating

  "It". Book by Stephen King, September 15, 1986.

• Pray for rain while digging a well.

  Stephen King

  Rain, Digging, Praying

• Let’s talk, you and I. Let’s talk about fear. The house is empty as I write this; a cold February rain is falling outside. It’s night. Sometimes when the wind blows the way it’s blowing now, we lose the power. But for now it’s on, and so let’s talk very honestly about fear. Let’s talk very rationally about moving to the rim of madnessand... and perhaps over the edge.

  Stephen King

  Rain, Moving, Fall

  Stephen King (2008). “Night Shift”, p.11, Anchor

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