Quotes About Weather

Thank you for the sun you brought this morning even though the sky was full of clouds.

There's a goose asleep in the rain!

Football is violence and cold weather and sex and college rye.

When the heat of summer becomes unbearable, it is then that the clouds rain water.

Sad? — No. But I hate winter. I hate the snow. In weather like this, you'd really think that the world wasn't made for man and that we're here by accident.

SAUL: 'We made love outdoors, my favorite place to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with sweat.

We made love outdoors Without a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.

I guess I knowed I was taking my life in my hands when I got in that car, 'cause it was a cold day in January, but I was sweatin like a hog in August.

The truth of the matter is it rained throughout Trump's inauguration speech, the sun never broke through, and it didn't "pour" after he left.

It was one of those years when God bent over and kissed California.

The snow fell deeper that Easter than it had in forty years, but June walked over it like water and came home.

But [sorrows] won't get the better of you if you face 'em together with love and trust. You can weather any storm with them two for compass and pilot.

All summer it feels as if it will rain soon. All summer the strange feeling, 'something will break.

A storm is coming in and I feared you would be frightened." "I love storms." "We'll see," he said. "I daresay you'll need my strong arms around you to make you feel safe.

Were you hurt? Is anything broken?" "Nay." She signed wryly. "But the snow went up me skirts so far me arse is a block of ice.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Her mind had snapped. It was some kind of hallucination caused by the weather, by her anxiety, by the state of the world—

Captain, the weather radar has helped us a lot.

Dark clouds not only bring thunderstorm, They also bring rain.

For him it meant that everything which existed was interconnected: the trees, the sky, the weather, people, poetry, science, nature. He hunted down facts in the way a magpie collects shiny things. Yet when he strung them all together, somehow they did become stories — of a kind.

I told my old friend Julia that Tropical Storm Julia had just slammed into the Georgia coast. She said, "We'll have to watch me closely as I seem to be gathering strength.

Weather, she thinks, is impartial. You don't need to be principled to enjoy a breezy day like this. You merely have to be alive.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am more preoccupied with loving.

WHEN the wind is in the east, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the north, [81] The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the south, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the west, Then 'tis at the very best.