Quotes About Weather

The Agency's job is keeping secrets. You could ask about the weather, and they would neither confirm or deny that there IS weather.

Druids influenced the natural world: weather, plants, and some animals. Wizards played with nonliving things. But witches used the mind and body.

Even if he's quite mad north-northwest. At least the wind is usually southerly.

I don`t know if he was English but he spoke like it. He said good afternoon when everybody else said hardy weather or she looks like rain.

IT WAS ONE OF those perfect autumn days so common in stories and so rare in the real world. The weather was warm and dry, ideal for ripening a field of wheat or corn. On both sides of the road the trees were changing color. Tall poplars had gone a buttery yellow while the shrubby sumac encroaching on the road was tinged a violent red. Only the old oaks seemed reluctant to give up the summer, and their leaves remained an even mingling of gold and green.

We drew a decent crowd," I said. "It was good weather for a whipping.

A great spider of lightning crawled across the sky,

I had a perfectly serviceable bike, but I rarely got to use it because it was a regular motorcycle and therefore too slow. My travel speed was too limited by things like traffic, weather, and the laws of physics. The rest of Nemesis and Co. didn't share my limitations. Apparently,

A particular joy of good weather. an amiable lightness I easily succumb to.

According to them, when you think a dark or pessimistic thought, it produces a cloud in the sky. If enough people are thinking gloomy thoughts at once, then rain will begin to fall. That

It has been said with some truth that religion is, basically, humankind's attempt to communicate with the weather.

Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town. ( Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. )

By her estimation, an affair was as de rigueur for the colonists as quinine tablets were for fever—a way to weather or temporarily forget marital unhappiness. But Boy wasn't really an affair, was he? What he offered was purer and more animal than what Cockie was embroiled in with Blix, or so I was telling myself. Besides, it felt wonderful. After

At the first one we did it was pouring down all day, and it was lovely to see the big smiles on everyone's faces despite the weather. They really enjoyed it – particularly the kids.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder....

I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.

I don't know what that means. To truly live." "To find work that you love, and work harder than other men. To learn the languages of the earth, and love the sounds of the words and the things they describe. To love food and music and drink. Fully love them. To love weather, and storms, and the smell of rain. To love heat. To love cold. To love sleep and dreams. To love the newness of each day.

The prognosticating groundhog is thought to derive from a German tradition that if the sun comes out on Candlemas Day and the hedgehog sees his shadow, six more weeks of winter will follow.

What I'd noticed was that here, in the windshadow of the mountain, it often smelled like rain. It might be raining up on the ridge, I might see the veils and rags of rain hanging down out of the scudding clouds, I might see shrouds of rain hauled over the country the way a fishing boat might drag a net, but—no rain here. A spatter, maybe, then nothing. Willy told me when I first moved in that it was like living in a strip bar. So close, looks so good and you never get laid.

Then a weather front would move in off the Channel, a howling south-westerly accompanied by punishing rain that would drum on the empty tables and lash the windows of boutiques filled with mannequins in beachwear, as if mocking anyone who dared to pretend that England ever actually had a summer.

darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,

For He says to the snow, ëFall on the earth,í and to the gentle rain, ëPour out a mighty downpour.í

The tempest comes from its chamber, and the cold from the driving north winds.

You whose clothes get hot when the land lies hushed under the south wind,