Quotes About Weather

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

Along the way, I picked up an Old Scots word for dreariness: dreich. The man who taught it to me sold gorgeous cashmere scarves made in Scotland and had just finished reciting a Robert Burns poem to me. Dreich, he explained, "means . . . nothingness." He pointed outside and said, "It means that," referring to the gray spitty skies that hadn't once shown the sun while I'd been there. Dreich. A perfect word both in sound and meaning.

IT WAS THE TYPE OF DAY THAT COULD WILT A METAL GATEPOST.

There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks, the river, the trees, and the entire jungle.

The number of foggy days over the city is never reported, reportedly. But take it from me— there's enough to satisfy everyone, and dissatisfy somebody.

It's strange how spring and autumn are so alike and yet such inversions. You can wake up on a day in either April or October—the air, the temperature, it can all be identical and yet you know there's a difference.

The world corrupts me, I think. Or perhaps it's just the weather. It pulls me down and makes me think like you, that one should shrink inside, down and down to a little point of light, preserving one's solitary soul like a flame under glass

The head inclines; the cardinal says, in those honeyed tones, famous from here to Vienna, 'So now, tell me how was Yorkshire.' 'Filthy.' He sits down. 'Weather. People. Manners. Morals.

It was planned that they should be met, with their retinue, at the main gate, that they should descend from their carriage, and that the school's most industrious and meritorious pupil would read them a loyal address. When the day came, the weather was not fine.

For if a man by magical arts and sacrifices will bring down the moon, and darken the sun, and induce storms, or fine weather, I should not believe that there was anything divine, but human, in these things, provided the power of the divine were overpowered by human knowledge and subjected to it.

You know, until this trip, I thought I liked the cold. One can dress extravagantly when there's no risk of sweating- brocades, gold trims, hats. But I am reevaluating.' ... I roll my eyes. 'You have an understated elegance, so no need to worry about weather.

Storms are less fickle than they are, the seas less capricious

There was a sort of joke about the four seasons in Maine. They were: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction.

Olympus, where they say there is an abode of the gods, ever unchanging: it is neither shaken by winds nor ever wet with rain, nor does snow come near it, but clear weather spreads cloudless about it, and a white radiance stretches above it.

The weather wasn't helping. It was far too lovely, mocking her pain.

it got so heavy she had to turn up the radio and put the wipers on fast, panicky mode.

spring did seem to come to this part of London earlier than to other, rougher neighbourhoods, the cherry-blossom anticipated warmer weather, as if the rich were owed nicer seasons.

Prep clothes are sensible: rain clothes keep you dry; winter clothes keep you warm; collars are buttoned down so they don't flap in your face when you're playing polo. Layering is a natural response to varying weather conditions.

In really nice weather I have to lie down like a complaint or a huge glass bottle in the field.

Being reactive is like experiencing the world on choppy seas, always at the whim of the weather.

When the economy is good and everyone is making money, banks and other lenders can be surprisingly loose about demanding adequate valuation of the assets they're basing their loan amounts on. But when times get bad, it's just like Robert Frost once said: "A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

Stir-fried spring vegetables over miso polenta is the meal equivalent of wanting it so badly to be spring yet recognizing it is 40 degrees outside with a brisk headwind no matter which way you are facing.

It's quite possible there's as much lightning on Venus as on Earth.

The rainy season in Vermont is not long, but it definitely gets gloomy.