Quotes About Weather

The humidity and heat combination must have been in the triple digits.

The humidity pressed in from all sides like solid walls of water.

Fall was nearly here, but summer was still hanging on, dragging its heat-flamed and moisture-rich knuckles across the stark tundra.

The rain was pouring outside and he heard a crack of thunder. A moment later the accompanying lightning brightened his room briefly.

both because of the cold and also to help hide his face.

can't fix the roof when it's raining, and when the sun comes out the roof don't leak no more. The

Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It's going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. Your fur won't melt. I know, but my paws get cold when they're wet. I'll have Durnik make you some little booties. That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather, Garion said indignantly.

Ordinary men live in fear all the time. Didn't you know that? We're afraid of the weather, we're afraid of powerful men, we're afraid of the night and the monsters that lurk in the dark, we're afraid of growing old and of dying. Sometimes we're even afraid of living. Ordinary men are afraid almost every minute of their lives.

Ordinary men live in fear all the time. Didn't you know that? We're afraid of the weather, we're afraid of powerful men, we're afraid of the night and the monsters that lurk in the dark, we're afraid of growing old and of dying. Sometimes we're even afraid of living. Ordinary men are afraid almost every minute of their lives.

Promises are just breaks in the rain. Sun comes out for a moment. Just long enough to make you hope. Then it always starts raining again.

And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.

The sky is low and gray and loose and seems to hang. There's something baggy about the sky.

By week's end, when we'd had all manner of weather, I finally saw what it was about heavy seas and marvelous rest: in heavy seas you feel rocked to sleep, with the windows' spume a gentle shushing, the engines' throb a mother's pulse.

The captain would...turn off the conversation, like a consummate man of the world, to some topic of general interest, such as the Opera, the Prince's last ball at Carlton House, or the weather - that blessing to society.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

The rain, it raineth every day.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

How is it that the clouds still hang on you? HAMLET Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.

When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.

Then thank God for a sandstorm, huh?" "Indeed and to His Blessed Mother who heard my prayers.

Those who have served in small ships will realize the skill, faithfulness and hardihood required to carry out this duty day after day, month after month, in wild weather and wintry seas without breakdown or failure.

I always feel myself being thrust back into loneliness when someone tells me it's cold on a hot day. It isn't good to talk so much about the weather — weather is a highly personal matter, and communication on the subject inevitably fails.

Weather today is an increasing trend toward denial.