Quotes About Weather

Debs stood in the rain and watched him go, which I am sure she intended to make Wilkins nervous enough to leap from the car and confess, but considering the weather it struck me as excessive zeal. I got into the car and waited for her.

In Dallas, the Texas Stadium toilets had frozen.

She's a Jezebal. She grows even more alluring the closer you come to her, and this morning she's even temping us with a spell of perfect weather. But like any woman, it's her privilege to change her mind.

Though the weather was cool, the beach at Herringsdorf was dotted with quite a few diehard nudists. Primarily men, they lay walrus-like on towels or boosterously congregated.

Can I tell you something about Seattle? Everyone there is a filthy liar. They're all, 'Don't move to Seattle—it's so rainy!' And yet every time I've been there, a tiny amount of rain falls before the whole sky explodes into rainbows and sunlight. Seattleites mean to hog up all the stunning vistas and good coffee and flowering bushes for themselves. Bet on it.

Why is the forecast so bland? Why instead of 'stormy' don't they just say the sea's 'a frothing maelstrom of terror and hopelessness'?

In Ralph Waldo Emerson's 'English Traits' I came across a meteorological explanation of the Englishman's character. 'Born in a harsh and wet climate, which keeps him indoors whenever he is at rest,' he writes, 'domesticity is the taproot which enables the nation to branch wide and high. The motive and end of their trade is to guard the independence and privacy of their homes.'9 I wondered whether the English weather might really be the key.

The doctor begins his seduction with the classic English gambit of commenting on the weather.

I do think that, of all the silly, irritating tomfoolishness by which we are plagued, this "weather-forecast" fraud is about the most aggravating.  It "forecasts" precisely what happened yesterday or a the day before, and precisely the opposite of what is going to happen to-day.

who wants to be foretold the weather?  It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand. 

He told us that it had been a fine day today, and we told him that it had been a fine day yesterday, and then we all told each other that we thought it would be a fine day tomorrow; and George said the crops seemed to be coming up nicely.

But who wants to be foretold the weather?  It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand. 

Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house — out of place and in the way.

do think that of all the silly, irritating tomfoolishness by which we are plagued, this 'weather-forecast' fraud is about the most aggravating. It 'forecasts' precisely what happened yesterday or the day before, and precisely the opposite of what is going to happen today.

We said we could not expect to have it all sunshine, nor should we wish it.  We told each other that Nature was beautiful, even in her tears.

But who wants to be foretold the weather?  It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.

During the winter when the weather is too poor to work outside, I do use drawings and photographs, but I change my work so it is not just a time and place study.

I don't care what the weather is, I will always wear my coats. I am always freezing, so it works out perfectly for me!

Concurring hands divide flax for damask that when bleached by Irish weather has the silvered chamois-leather water-tightness of a skin.

I spent a lot of my youth working outside in the elements, and I kind of revel in defeating tough weather.

Seasonal change in Los Angeles is often a very subtle thing. It's not as if we finally stop having to shovel the snow out of our driveways and can put our parkas back in the closet.

I agreed to do it, but the night the show was opening, March 12, 1998, was the coldest

A winter storm. dramatic weather of any season often precipitates intimacy: two startled bodies seeking shelter in each other. On her livingroom couch Mrs. Moreno's bunched kimono rises & falls like a silken sea above her drowning Hispanic student.

Washington, D.C. is so confusing in the spring. The days grow increasingly hot and humid, but the nights hold on to winter for as long as possible. On some days the grass is still frosted over in the mornings, stiff and crunchy, even if it wilts before the first class starts. If you are not careful you get caught in the weather's nostalgia and at night, a windbreaker or a sweater isn't enough.