Drizzle Quotes by Cole Porter, William Styron, Susan Fletcher, O. Henry, John Green, Vladimir Nabokov and many others.
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.
Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain.
Love is as varied and unpredictable as the rain is: it comes in constant summer drizzles, or sudden, unforseen storms that make rivers burst their banks and Cornish fishing boats rock and spill and lose their crew in the Atlantic.
Take of London fog 30 parts; malaria 10 parts, gas leaks 20 parts, dewdrops gathered in a brickyard at sunrise 25 parts; odor of honeysuckle 15 parts. Mix. The mixture will give you an approximate conception of a Nashville drizzle.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
A toothache will cost a battle, a drizzle cancel an insurrection.
This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells its sweetest. It’s the damp chestnut trees.
There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow endless drizzle.
People who have never had a broken heart will never understand dead roses, Tolstoy, airport lounges, Albinoni’s Adagio in G Minor, neat brandy, the moon and drizzle.
Soon it began to drizzle for the second time that night. The drops grew heavier and became visible in the headlights of the cars. It was said by some of the police on the scene that God was crying for the girl in the garden. To others, it was only rain.
It’s an exciting place to go, really. The rain, the drizzle, the cold, the depressing people, the smokes in the bath … I don’t know of anyone who has been to Blackpool and enjoyed it.
Every time I look down on this timeless town, whether blue or gray be her skies, whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears, more and more do I realize that…I love Paris.
I love fresh citrus and always keep lemons, limes, and oranges on hand; they come in handy for spritzing up quickly grilled meats, seafoods, and vegetables, especially when followed up by a quick drizzle of extra virgin olive oil.
Date syrup is a natural sweetener that has wonderful richness and treacly depth; I drizzle it over semolina porridge.
I love being at home now, improving my cooking. I’ve got a really bad memory, so my first attempts were a disaster – I’d forget what ingredients to put in. But I do a lasagna that’s a crowd-pleaser, and a good lemon drizzle cake, which I take to my mom’s for the Sunday roast to fatten the family up.
God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms.
If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.