Quotes About Weather

beg Love's pardon for your want of faith. Helen chose you without reason because she loves you without cause; embrace her without question and watch your weather change.

And marbled clouds go scudding by The many-steepled London sky.

There was no snow here, but a wind was blowing from the east which searched the marrow.

For Rome is sometimes cold and rainy in the winter in spite of all the naked statues.

Cordelia's face lent itself to windy and rainy weather.

I never have liked these here windy nights. These here nights be turble hummy and drummy to me pore head.

After valentines day guess what? Cuffing season is over! Everybody is going to be breaking up once it gets warm.

At least having a winter birthday means you can blame your low party attendance on the weather.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.

California is the only state in the union where you can fall asleep under a rose bush in full bloom and freeze to death.

No matter how rich you become how famous or powerful when you die the size of your funeral will still pretty much depend on the weather.

Living in Los Angeles is pretty cool.

I like it in Manchester. I thought it was going to be much colder, but it is not too bad. And my wife and son are happy here, too.

The silence became uneasy. It was broken by the elderly princess saying, The most distressing thing about being up here above the clouds is that there is no weather to make conversation out of.

In summer he was a different person, sprightly and alert, and people took him for a man a decade younger than his years; but in winter he sank as the skies darkened, and by December he was always tired. When he went to bed, he drowned in sleep; when he was wakened from it, dragged from the depths , he was somehow always unrefreshed.

just want to take some photographs. I don't think the weather is on my side, though." "You'll get to see it properly within the hour. This mist won't last long.

They'd be all right if it was midsummer," said Rose, when we tried them on. "But in April —— !" Still, we decided to wear them if the fine weather held. And when we woke up yesterday it was more like June than April. Oh, it was the most glorious morning! I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer. It certainly helps one to believe in Him.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer. It certainly helps one to believe in Him.

Is this a mild winter or a harsh winter?

Rain turned to sleet, sleet to snow.

The skies she retained in memory were dramas of cloud and sea storm, or the electric sheen before summer thunder in the city, always belonging to the energies of sheer weather, of what was out there, air masses, water vapor, westerlies.

Her umbrella was useless in the wind. It was the kind of wind-whipped rain that empties the streets of people and makes day and place feel anonymous.

the weather center outside Glassboro. They're not calling it a feathery plume anymore." "What are they calling it?" "A black billowing cloud." "That's a little more accurate, which means they're coming

Sleet turned into snow, and snow turned into rain.