Bill Bryson Quotes

Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

I'm watching the Weather Channel more than I've ever watched it. I'm scared to death it's going to rain.

It didn't rain today, so I didn't have to work. Why don't you have to sit around and wait until it rains?

I just wanna get to the end of the day without it raining.

I love going to the feed store and drinking coffee and talking about how much rain we need.

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

Most of my memories are the sound of rain on caravan roofs.

Liverpool was a special city that took to me; I will always remember how special that place was. I obviously don't miss the rain.

Outside, a ceiling of pearly gray clouds coalesced over Manhattan, and the apartment had grown dark. It just keeps dripping. It's been like this all week, .. Rain would be a relief.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

Two kangaroos were talking to each other, and one said, 'I hope it doesn't rain today. I hate it when the children play inside.

Weathermen merely forecast rain to keep everyone else off the golf course

I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you.

I have a feeling that wherever I may be in the future, I will be wondering whether there is rain at Ngong.

What do we talk about? Just ordinary things. What happened today, or books we've read, or tomorrow's weather, you know. Don't tell me you're wondering if people jump to their feet and shout stuff like 'It'll rain tomorrow if a polar bear eats the stars tonight!

It is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain.

A Wednesday with no rain is a dry hump day.

Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...

Imagine you are walking down a leafy path...The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon. Then suddenly, you feel a large drop on your right arm. Is it raining? You look up. The sky is still deceptively sunny...seconds later another drop. Then, with the sun still perched in the sky, you are drenched in a shower of rain. This is how memories invade me, abruptly and unexpectedly.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.

I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.

Despite the rain, it's still raining here at Old Trafford.

only when it rains. and sometimes, too, when i remember.