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Anytime I see a rainbow, what comes into my mind is how skillful and talented someone was to create an ark that didn't leak through a prolong period of flood. We must work our talents out and work them out skillfully and then our rainbow of excellence will show.

A rainbow earns its colors in the storm.

A rainbow is a storm's masterpiece.

A rainbow's beauty does not lie in one color.

A rainbow is not afraid of showing its true colors because it knows it is beautiful inside out.

A storm is never quiet because it is always calling out to the rainbow.

A storm is an artist who passes by on her way to paint your rainbow.

At the age of 46 I was starting to see the appearance of rainbow halos and starbursts around bright nighttime lights, problems reading small print, focusing issues with my eyes, and image recognition issues. I had been exposed to bright high powered 20 watt scattered sodium LASER light a decade earlier in very high altitude astronomy.

Children with autism are colourful - they are often very beautiful and, like the rainbow, they stand out.

Be everything that you are unapologetically, most of you will find out that you are not just one color, you are a Rainbow.

Big storms birth big rainbows.

At the end of every dark storm is a bright rainbow.

Behind every dark storm is a bright rainbow.

Be proud of the incredible person that you are... and become a rainbow in someone's cloudy day.

But at that moment, in my brokenness, Beau picked up every single piece of my shattered heart, and he made me whole again. Right then, I knew true love. Not the kind born out of allegiance of family ties, but that which was a complete meeting of minds, and the understanding that though separate individuals, ties bound us, covering a multitude of differences.

Chasing rainbows never offered the best results.

Climb every mountain , Ford Every stream Follow every rainbow ,'Till you find your dream

Come, fly with me!" cried the goddess, as she sped ahead of them, her extremities flaming with a comet tail of sparks in the supernatural wind. Her bubbling voice again echoed, her laughter bounced in the crystalline void, and she flew onward, unto eternity.... "Stop!" cried Elasirr. "Come back with us to the true world, O Tilirreh!" At which the orange one laughed, throwing her head back, saying, "Oh, but don’t you know this is the one true world? It is but yours that is a pale specter, that is the dying place of dwindling truth?" "Then come back with us, lady," whispered Ranhé, "and restore the truth as it once was.

Dear Lover, Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.

Every sacrifice is another colour of your Rainbow!

Don’t resent the sky for its storms; esteem it for its rainbows.

Don’t resent the sky for its storms; rejoice at the sky for its rainbows.

Draw a curve with your each smile & let your happiness be known to the world like a stunning rainbow!

Every vision has its own rainbow; The day you realise your vision you'll see your rainbow.

Every Vision has its own rainbow.

Fantasy like thought that no man could rain Just let her reign Run wild with her unafraid Of any rain storms They only wash the mud away and make way For double rainbows and sunny days

I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room, eating our meals together, most of us sleeping in the chairs every night. Family from far-flung places would arrive at odd hours and we’d all stand and stretch, hug, get reacquainted, and pass the babies around. A faint, pale stream of beauty and joy flowed through the heavy sludge of fear and grief. It was kind of like those puddles of oil you see in parking lots that look ugly until the sun hits them and you see rainbows pulling together in the middle of the mess. And wasn’t that just how life usually felt—a confusing swirl of ugly and rainbow?

Give freedom to colours and then you shall meet the rainbow everywhere!

Go up in a big airplane. Go high enough, and you will see the radiation rainbow interference ring around the shadow of the airplane on the clouds below.

...he didn't know if he was Chuang Tzu who dreamed he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Tzu.

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm

God hands the sky a storm and the sky hands God back a rainbow. Be likewise.

Good things have different colors, it’s like a rainbow or flowers and it’s more likely how I feel for my love ones that creates a joyous melody in my heart. How it makes me feel happy and alive

He stared at her the way folks stare at a rainbow, taking in all that unexpected beauty, not wanting to look away in case it might disappear.

His eyes were that colour you can't see in the rainbow. Indigo.

I believe I have already suggested that colour is the most obvious bridge between emotion and perception, that is, between subjective experience of the psyche and quality objective in nature. Both light up only between the extremes of light and darkness, and in their reciprocal interplay. Thus, outward the rainbow--or, if you prefer it, the spectrum--is the bridge between dark and light, but inwardly the rainbow is, what the soul itself is, the bridge between body and spirit, between earth and heaven.

I don't want a rainbow... Rainbows have too many colors and none of them receive the appreciation they deserve... I'd prefer a fading red or a striking golden, a shimmery silver or a sober blue... Ruling the sunset sky alone!

If a storm visits you, it's because a rainbow is looking for you.

If it rains during sunshine, don't worry; you'll see your rainbow.

If rainbows fight their way out of storms, you can fight your way out of anything.

If Noah waited for signs of rain to build an ark, he would have been swept away by the flood.

If they could, women would put make-up on the rainbow.

If the sky had no tears, the world would have no rainbows.

If the storm forgets to bring a rainbow, paint your own.

I looked up to see the sun struggling behind a gray mass of snow clouds. I could relate. And then a beam of sunlight found a way through. A sign? Maybe. But what was this? I gasped. The bakery esters had refracted into visible bands of flavor. Red raspberry, orange, and the yellow of lemon and butter. Pistachio, lime, and mint green. The deepest indigo of a fresh blueberry The violet that blooms when crushed blackberries blend into buttercream. The Roy G. Biv that a baker loves. And then the darkness: chocolate, spice, coffee, and burnt-sugar caramel.

I like her. Not the body she comes in. “Are you indecisive?” I wonder. “It looks like you have the rainbow in there.” “Precisely.” She smiles, licking the chocolate off her fingers. “Unicorns love rainbows. I love unicorns. Therefore thy hair must be a rainbow.

If you cannot see the rainbow because your face is down, don't argue that no rainbow is up there. Lift up your passion and take your dreams off the ground!

If you love rainbows, you have to love storms too.

In a world of love lightning and rainbow are lovers now. They arc and strike upon the horizon of credence to rise above their cloudy vow