Quotes About Weather

Even in memory, I am terrified by those solitudes! When foul weather is unleashed in that part of the world, the rain seems kin to the devil; the waters of the river and the sea and sky couple, bellowing. A forsaken land where even letters arrive wilted, withered by distances, where hearts petrify and are altered. from "A Dead Man's Name

This is Earth. Isn't it hot?

Topics... are what people talk about when they don't know each other well. Topics... are what men talk about.

Mist rolled gray and thick over the small coastal town of Sunset Cove, Oregon.

Outside, the sleet had gotten thicker. You could hear it pebbling against the large glass windows, you could see it swirling wildly through the spotlights of street lamps. It was the kind of night when you might expect to see a skeleton flying through the air, its ragged black shroud flapping in the wind.

You don't need to control emotion," he said. "Emotions are natural, like passing weather. Sometimes it's fear, sometimes sorrow or anger. Emotions are not the problem. The key is to transform the energy of emotion into constructive action.

I wasn't talking about the weather, said Abe. Although it's the hottest, most humid, most miserable goddamn hellhole I've ever been in. Worse than Burma in '43. Worse than Singapore in typhoon weather. Jesus, it's worse than Washington in August.

tornadoes writhing and dropping down like the Medusa locks they were named after

Weather is a great metaphor for life sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain.

Fog is just clouds that have fell down

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

"In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours."

I'm not a summertime guy. The only time I really enjoy the summer is touring and performing because there is nothing else for me to do at home. It's too hot, and you can't farm. You can't hunt.

Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you wanna move your dancing feet.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

I'm good in summer. My birthday is in summer. I don't like it when it's too hot, but, you know, blue skies, I think people genuinely loosen up a bit, and it's nicer.

It's going to be a long, hot summer, we know that. It's going to be very difficult.

Being alone on the moors is scary; as the rain clouds settle in, it makes you realise your place in nature.

I'm basically talking to the audience, standing alone, describing the weather. It's very rudimentary, the dialogue, saying what the weather is like that day.

strewn with wildflowers and overhead were making shade. Everybody was busy about the fields and plant beds and gardens. The season had made its claim. And then there came a day of brittle-feeling showers driven over the town by a cold wind that, after the warm days, seemed to come through your clothes in slices.

winds and is affected by altitude, moisture content

Who owned no property and never desired to since the earth was no man's but all men's, as light and air and weather were.

It rained; then it snowed, and the snow stayed on the paved ground for long enough to become evenly blacked with soot and smoke-fall, evenly but for islands of yellow left by uptown dogs. Then it rained again, and the whole creation was transformed into cold slop, which made walking adventuresome. Then it froze; and every corner presented opportunity for entertainment, the vastly amusing spectacle of well-dressed people suspended in the indecorous positions which precede skull fractures.

The rain was falling steadily now, but she felt as though she were somehow in collusion with it; it lent the day something conspiratorial