Dorothy L. Sayers Quotes

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

For me, there's nothing better than curling up in my favorite blanket on a cloudy or rainy day and just knit. Especially in front of the fireplace.

For me, one of the most perfect times to watch a horror movie is when it's cold and raining outside and there's pretty much no outdoor activity to be done. It kind of sets the mood.

Shooting all day in the rain is not where you want to be.

I kind of like rainy weather at nighttime. I used to take naps in rainy weather.

People are used to juggling multiple jobs and multiple responsibilities and multiple things on the home front, and sometimes you get a day off to read, and you just want a book that feels complete and that you can get through it on a rainy day on the couch.

It's kind've a cliche but I like when it's raining. I like the feeling of staying in and not being told I should be outside.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

The tucked-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.

My mom says that when it rains you never feel like you should be anywhere but home.

I remember one little rainy day I went searching for this apartment and I saw so many people standing on a stoop on the corner in the rain. Later I realized, that was drug traffic. They were all buying drugs.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.

all this Beethoven and rain

A carnival in daylight is an unfinished beast, anyway. Rain makes it a ghost. The wheezing music from the empty, motionless rides in a soggy, rained-out afternoon midway always hit my chest with a sweet ache. The colored dance of lights in the seeping air flashed the puddles in the sawdust with an oily glamour.

I love football in the rain. That is what it's all about.

I always feel sorry for people who think more about a rainy day ahead than sunshine today.

It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.

Maybe tonight, maybe tonight by the fire all alone you and I. Nothing around but the sound of heart and your sighs.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.

I'm working on my house and playing with my fire pit and kind of just hanging around and making my home feel homey.

Wrapped in a police blanket, I watched the rain and smoked one black cigarette after another.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

Tut, Tut, looks like rain

Like when you sit in front of a fire in winter — you are just there in front of the fire. You don't have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.