Blade Runner Tears In Rain Quote Novels & Stories

I can’t help myself from smiling. I draw a devil horn. And I smile because that horn must be cut off. I promise dear god to initiate to do that! I also have to teach him let go of the things he shouldn’t be thinking much about. This would be great for him to experience a peaceful life even once in a while. Until… a raindrops drizzle on the car’s window. It is raining… Oh! How I love this kind of weather, it is giving me serenity. A raindrop… they seem like tears falling down your cheeks.

His eyes, still fixated on the flames, were void of life. "Blaise," I whispered, my voice trembling as tears welled in my eyes. I felt the depth of his pain as if it were my own. Leo and the guards formed a barrier, shielding us from the invasive press. "Blaise, please, look at me," I pleaded. His gaze slowly met mine, revealing a void so profound that my heart shattered. "It's going to be okay," I murmured, holding him in a world falling apart.

The clouds had formed together, grey in color like an assembling of a chariot, ready to wage a mighty war, only that this war emanating from the coming together of the clouds in the sky cane in torrents; there was now a heavy downpour of rain. I could not even tell which was heavier, between my tears and the rain but I wished the rain would wash off my pain and perhaps me tears would mix with the rain, so bitterness mixing with a powerful emblem of nature would wash over my mother and that loan shark, wherever he is now, so they would never know happy days till they grow old and die.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

says Rain extending his arms. “I can't do it, if I do, I´ll break.” I whisper and she smiles at me. “You can break, for this I am extending my arms to you, because only by suffering the pain to the point of breaking is that you will be able to repair yourself again.” says Rain with a look full of understanding that disarms me.

After making you feel like shit and I never knew how much you need me to survive and right now I feel like a fool" I didn't even realize tears were filling my eyes until Rain face became blurry. "You're not supposed to cry yet, I didn't even ask you the question," he said as he noticed the tears that were about to overflow. I gave him a watery grin and shook my head, "Then get to the point, you asshole."

His lips parted but no words came out. I laughed bitterly, wiping at my face with the back of my hand, though it did nothing to stop the tears. “That’s right, you don't. At least now you can have your perfect life, the life that you want with her.” My throat closed as I blinked and mentally prayed for the tears to stop. “G-go be w-with her." Blaze stood near the corner, his golden eyes downcast, arms folded tightly across his chest. For once, he looked uncertain, almost human.

Her eyes flash a bright red and I turn to look at Sephone, who blinks and looks at Bethany. “Enough! This ends now!” I smirk at her and nod my head once and continue on to stand in front of my army. “She doesn’t care about Shanti. She never did.” I say to Gaia, who nods her head as we wait for them to make the first move when a rumble of thunder echoes across the sky. The rain starts and I tilt my head back and feel the water wash over my face. When I open my eyes and turn to look at the side and see Carter not so far away. He is looking at me, but I look away. The pain is too much.

He smiled showing a full set of his teeth. “Why?” My voice breaks, the hurt coming to the surface as tears cloud my tear duct threatening to spill. “Stop crying when you hurt, I hurt too.” His fingers caged the tear from my tear lid. “I hurt without you and hurt more when you tear up. Don’t cry because I’ll burn this world into ashes, a sullen mud of pitiable debris if one more tear slid down these pretty blue eyes of yours.”

“You bleed, you break, you try. That’s more than most.” He looked at me — truly looked — as if he couldn’t believe I was there. “You shouldn’t be out here.” “Neither should you,” I whispered. He gave a bitter laugh that died on his lips. “You think the rain can fix what I’ve done?” “No,” I said softly. “But maybe it can remind you that you’re still here. That you’re still alive.” For a long time, neither of us moved. The rain poured harder, the thunder rolled again, and all I could hear was our breathing — ragged, uneven, painfully human.