I think life is cotton candy on a rainy day. For those who grew up with cotton candy the old-fashioned way, it is very delicate. Pre-made cotton candy that has preservatives is not nearly as good or true. True cotton candy is sugar, color, and air and it melts very quickly. That was the metaphor - it can't be preserved, it can't be put aside, it can't be banked. It has to be experienced, like life.
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
Vancouver is one of my favorite places on earth. It's gray and rainy there a lot of the time, but for some reason, even though it's gray and rainy, I feel like it's a sunny day.
Quite frankly, the bible is filled with advice that you'd never, want to follow. "Don't cut your hair on a rainy Thursday because locusts will eat your farm" kind of thing.
O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.
Happiness is like the weather. Sometimes it’s rainy, sometimes it’s sunny, and you gotta just go through and accept what’s there in front of you.
Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day
I am convinced that a light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning, have sometimes made a hero of the same man, who, by an indigestion, a restless night, and rainy morning, would have proved a coward.
Listing your personal milestones is like storing a pocketful of sunshine for a rainy day. Sometimes our best is simply not enough. . . . We have to do what is required.
I survived, but it's not a happy ending.
I remember the special quiet of rainy days when I felt that I could enter the pages of my beautiful picture books. Now I try to recreate that feeling of believing that the imaginary place I'm drawing really exists. The detail in my work helps to convince me, and I hope others as well, that such places might be real.
If it were a rainy day, a drunken vigil, a fit of the spleen, a course of physic, sleepy Sunday, an ill run at dice, a long tailor's bill, a beggar's purse, a factious head, a hot sun, costive diet, want of books, and a just contempt for learning - but for these. . . the number of authors and of writing would dwindle away to a degree most woeful to behold.
A philosopher once noted that people long for immortality but run out of things to do on a rainy afternoon.
Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands. . . anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon. . . . Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.
I love cold, rainy weather.
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.
A warm, rainy day-this is how it feels when friends get together. Friend refreshes friend then, as flowers do each others, in a spring rain.
I've only been to Dublin once, and I had a great time. I got completely soaked because it was rainy.
And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.