Quotes About London Rain

#1. I am what I am not yet.

Maxine Greene

#2. If you feel far from God, guess who moved?

Robin Jones Gunn

#3. I'm a big Tom Hardy fan. He dresses pretty stylish, right?

Christopher Mintz-Plasse

#4. We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

H.P. Lovecraft

#5. You can drive 1,000 miles across America and find yourself, whereas if you drive a few miles from Slough you're in London anyway, or you hit Wales and you're in another country! Also, wherever you are in England it's still raining.

Ricky Gervais

#6. Nothing falls like London Rain Nothing heals me like you do

Heather Nova

#7. I used to have a house in London, but couldn't face 20 more years of St John's Wood in the rain.

Eric Idle

#8. In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.

Jerzy Kosinski

#9. It was then as he discovered that death could elude him that the fear of death returned.

Paulo Coelho

#10. Entrepreneurial leadership requires the ability to move quickly when opportunity presents itself.

Brian Tracy

#11. I hate London when it's not raining.

Groucho Marx

#12. Definitions only belong to those who need them.

Darnell Lamont Walker

#13. The mother-in-law had an accident at work. A hot rivet dropped down her drawers and she fell off the oil rig.

Les Dawson

#14. I walk to Oxford Street and climb on the number 8. It's freezing and it starts to rain and it's the ugliest bus I've ever seen, rattling down the ugliest streets, in the ugliest city, in the ugliest country, in the ugliest of all possible worlds.

David Thewlis

#15. Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible - snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

Cassandra Clare

#16. English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.

Maureen Johnson

#17. Alyssa's mouth went dry at the sight of Chance as he opened the door. His chest was bare, with faint droplets of water covering the tattooed bundle of hotness known as her friend.

Shyloh Morgan

#18. This is a universe that does not favor the timid.

Socrates

#19. ...Cupid, who never shoots with a surer aim than through the steam of boarding-house hash, sniped him where he sat.

P.G. Wodehouse

#20. I'd definitely love to do more acting. My heart cries out for it; it's such a deep longing.

Kylie Minogue

#21. The return of the rain, beating out time on London's rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens is holy and melts the undead.

Stephen J. Day

#22. London sank into February gloom and rain spattered the dirty pavements as Daisy Dunbar, fourteen years old, skinny and cold, struggled to get home.

Bex Archer

#23. Smoke curls among the ruins of East London. Many of the buildings have burned to the ground or split like exploded rocks. Small lights bloom like a sea of candles. Even this rain will never put them all out.

John Owen Theobald

#24. I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.

Maureen Johnson

#25. Londoners, with their noses pressed to cold windows, smiled, for a mid-summer storm was raging across England. Zues had blessed their land, taking away the bright happy sun and replacing it with gusty winds, lashing rain and utter misery.

Anya Wylde