You'll never find a rainbow if you're looking down.

The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears.

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.

Not everything in life is painted with happy colors because no matter how we love the rainbow, there comes a time that we also crave gray skies and the touch of raindrops.

Do not look for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; ride the rainbow forever!

It's so weird when people don't go outside to enjoy the rain, or to see a rainbow when it appears, because they're 'in the middle of something'. It's like, I'm sorry? Do you have better things to do? Like, what better things are there to do? What pressing or urgent matters could they possibly be to attend to? It's fucking raining! There might be a fucking rainbow! Beings from other planets and dimensions would do anything to be a part of this into witness this shit! Get outside, dammit!

Finding the end of the rainbow can be a difficult task, but not as difficult as finding what we expected to be there.

"I empathize with those of you who have struggled long and hard with few rainbows and even less sunny days. Life for you as been an uphill battle.

It is far easier and more pleasant to imagine happy endings, however farfetched, in all their vivid, rainbow colors than it is to face each day's reality and let time and fortune do their worst.

Justice can't be assessed within humanity's frail rainbow of sight, it must be determined under the billion shades of gray upon a forgotten line that exists between wrong and right. @reenadossauthor

"(This is from a tribute poem to Ronnie James Dio: Former lead vocalist of the band Rainbow, Black Sabbath. This is written with all the titles of the hit songs of DIO. The titles are all in upper case)

Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)

Do you see my diamond-studded smile and passion-filled eyes? It's because I'm in that stage of my life where I have nothing to prove to anyone. There is no elaborate pretence and no lavish ostentations. Genuineness smoulders in yellow gold, and I carry integrity on my eyelids. I stitch virtue, ornately and intricately, in every feather of my powder silver wings, which thrusts me past the iridescent rainbow where my ambitions soar high amid the dappled blanket of the sky. This is I; the stronger me, the happier me and the empowered me.

I climbed up to the hilltop and reached out to touch the rainbow...

The rainbow is the pot of gold to those who observe.

After Every Storm There Is A Rainbow

I see myself as a Scottish sky: there are rain clouds, rainbows and sunrays that run and overtake one another, mingle together and dance with each other! You see all of this within seconds of looking up! It's a living sky, it breathes and it's real! And I think that when you look at me, you'll see my rain clouds first, because only after rainclouds can there come the rainbows. You see, if the rainbows come first, then the rainbows aren't even real, so I think that if people deserve to see my real rainbows, then they will just know that they need to stick around through the rain! Like a Scottish sky, I want to be real and breathing and running. I don't want to be a clear blue all the time, or a dark grey all the time or have fake rainbows painted onto me; I want to be Scottish.

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

Dance through life flinging kindness like shimmering rainbows. Find your bliss by sharing your heart.

You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don't know it, all of that doesn't even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It's not like you have forever, so don't waste any of your seconds, don't throw even one of your moments away.

...I wondered if it was blasphemous to tell God that rainbows are kitsch.

Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the Gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the God-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

The parent is protector and trainer, but never the ultimate teacher. Every parent is responsible for teaching their kid basic moral conduct, manners, the difference between love and hate, and right from wrong. However, after maturity, the child must set off to seek knowledge on their own. Religion is never to be forced. And you cannot threaten your child with hell and tell them your religion is the only right way. There is no one right way. The many ways to the Creator are as varied as the colors of a rainbow.

[Orange] is one of God's favorite colors--- He stuck it right there between red and yellow as the second color in the rainbow. He decorates entire forests with shades of orange every autumn. It shows up in sunrises at the start of the day, sunsets at the end of the day, and in the glow of the moon at the right time of night.