Quotes About Weather

If there were 'intelligence flu', there would be so many people walking around in the damn cold weather, hoping to be contaminated by that flu!

and he realized that he missed the old days of sailing, the ship almost willowy and hesitant, responsive to winds and weathers - not this hard, unthinking, mechanical drive toward a goal or destinations, so typical of the age itself.

The economy depends about as much on economists as the weather does on weather forecasters.

In the U.S. alone, weather disasters caused $50 billion in economic damages in 2010.

Water freezes in rock cracks and crevices and expands, increasing its volume by 9% (and exerting a force of about 2000 pounds per square inch) as it turns to ice. Hot weather causes the surfaces of rock to expand, while the inner rock, just a millimeter away, remains cool and stable. As the outer layer pulls away, cracks form, and the surface peels off into smaller particles.

The evening was cold and tempestuous, the rain poured in torrents, and the distant thunders rolled with tremendous noise round the adjacent mountains, whilst the pale lightning added horrors to the scene.

Good weather will do this to people, bond them in their gratefulness.

Yes, except that nothing sleeps inside but furniture, and that's probably gone to pieces by now. Time gets into anything; yes, indeed it does; and weather helps it.

It's also important to read the newspaper every day to see how the pope is doing. Here in Rome, the pope's health is recorded daily in the newspaper, very much like weather, or the TV schedule. Today the pope is tired. Yesterday, the pope was less tired than he is today. Tomorrow, we expect that the pope will not be so tired as he was today.

Currents of humid wind swept down the mountainside. The air across the beach snapped and shimmied, like a bedsheet shaken out - as though the beach itself were shaking off the violence that had just been visited upon it. Then a humid calm would prevail, for a few hours or a few days, until another storm rolled in.

In my opinion, too much attention to weather makes for instability of character.

It went on raining. Day after day. Three days, to be precise. I didn't mind. At that point I'd have considered sunlight a personal insult.

August in Mississippi is different from July. As to heat, it is not a question of degree but of kind. July heat is furious, but in August the heat has killed even itself and lies dead over us.

This radiant weather, when mere living is a joy, and sitting still over the fire out of the question, has been going on for more than a week.

There is an immense area of persistent low pressure in the vicinity of the Antarctic Circle

They are often of hurricane intensity and with gust velocities sometimes attaining to 150 to 200 miles per hour.

Before long the rain turned into sleet, then hail that drummed across the decking.

Only an estimate could be made of the wind's actual speed, though it was at least 65 knots.

It seemed inconceivable, but during the morning hours the wind actually rose

close to 80 knots out of the southwest

The weather continued to deteriorate, which seemed hardly possible.

The last barometer reading of the day was 28.96, the lowest since the disastrous blizzard in July.

[N]ow and then an ominous black cloud had blotted-out the sun from our sight, and poured down a deluge till it had spent itself, and then had left the sky glaringly bright and blue...

If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together, In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf.