Quotes About Weather

So," Willy said, "why no spring?" "What? Oh! We just don't." "Everybody has spring," he said, like a religious man chiding her for saying there was no God. "The joke goes that we have two seasons: road repair and snow removal. Or is it snow repair and road removal?" To her surprise, he looked a little shocked. "Well," she amended quickly, "it's not always true. Sometimes they run out of money for snow removal.

Houses are like lots of Rooms stuck together, TV persons stay in them mostly but sometimes they go in their outsides and weather happens to them.

Blame the germs, the unburied corpses, the dust of war, the random circulation of wind and weather, the Lord God Almighty. Blame the stars. Just don't blame the dead, because none of them wished this on themselves.

Not to Houston, anyway. It was hotter than hell in Houston, just like in New Orleans. If I move anywhere, it'll be to someplace with snow, she thought wistfully as sweat trickled down her back.

WEATHER,†The climate of an hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons†whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned. The setting up of official weather bureaus and their maintenance in mendacity prove that even governments are accessible to suasion by the rude forefathers of the jungle

Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.

Barometer, n. An ingenious instrument which indicates what kind of weather we are having.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us in joy we face the storm and defy it.

Because people from Sacramento also were afraid of pretty much every type of weather—rain, snow, drought—it was all frightening

Weather out the storm in the island of tranquility to find inner peace.

On weekends, I sit in a lounge chair on my balcony. I love to be outside when the weather's right. I can stay there pretty much all day.

When I came to the Pacific Northwest, it was a dream come true for me, you know? I wrestled there every Saturday and then, on the weekends, we drove all around Oregon. The weather was great and I loved it.

Being out in that heat for two weeks definitely drains your energy.

I grew up in St. Louis, and I don't know if you've ever been to St. Louis in the middle of summer. There are days in the summer sometimes, weeks in the summer, where the temperature can be over 100 degrees and the humidity can be 100 percent.

My hair - it's baby thin and feathery and drives me crazy no matter what I do with it. It's weird because you see people with thicker hair that just kind of stays put, but if I'm in any sort of weather, I look like Bill Murray in 'Kingpin' when it starts to all come unleashed.

It's a weird city because the uglier the weather, the more beautiful the city. And the uglier the buildings, the more coherent the city.

On the West Coast, things are more relaxed, maybe because people have more fun outdoors. In the East, where the weather is not so good, people have to stay indoors. They're very knowledgable fans. This makes you play even harder.

I am attached to the west coast of Scotland - it's gorgeous to look at and challenging. You have to contend with the possibility of being blown away or rained on. And in the summer months you can be eaten alive by midges.

I'm a West Coast dude, definitely, but I do like the city of D.C. It's cool. A lot of things to do. It's just cold.

East and Gulf Coast states are at risk of hurricanes; prairie and other central and southern states are constantly threatened by tornados; and western states commonly face damaging droughts. Extreme weather does not discriminate by American geography.

Western Nebraska is the only place in all my travels where I have seen the dust blowing and the rain falling at the same time.

I would prefer to keep my clothes on. Unless there's a brisk breeze or something, I tend to keep them on.

Once you've lived in Del Mar or the San Diego area, why would you want to live anyplace else? It's the neatest place, whether it's the culture or the small-town atmosphere the whole San Diego area has.

A visit to the Tunisian battlefields tells a bit more. For more than half a century, time and weather have purified the ground at El Guettar and Kasserine and Longstop. But the slit trenches remain, and rusty C-ration cans, and shell fragments scattered like seed corn. The lay of the land also remains—the vulnerable low ground, the superior high ground: incessant reminders of how, in battle, topography is fate.