Quotes About Weather

oddly emphatic, as if she'd been waiting all day for a chance to discuss the weather.

Switters was actually quite fond of Seattle's weather, and not merely because of it's ambivalence. He liked it's subtle, muted qualities and the landscape that those qualities encouraged if not engendered: vistas that seemed to have been sketched with a sumi brush dipped in quicksilver and green tea. It was fresh, it was clean, it was gently primal, and mystically suggestive.

Unless it was about to cause you bodily harm, rot your rhubarb on the stalk, or carry off your children, weather ought either to be celebrated or ignored.

Though February lay about her shoulders like a cloak of lead.

We're better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it'll rain on auntie's garden party three Sundays from now.

HENRY: You don't get visited by happiness like being lucky with the weather. The weather is the weather. DEBBIE: And happiness? HENRY: Happiness is . . . equilibrium. Shift your weight.

Our weather is soft, mostly, with peculiar light.

Sweetheart. That's what the weather was called. Sweetheart weather, the prettiest day of the year.

In Ohio the seasons are theatrical.

James found the talk by the wagons tiring after a while. He liked to listen, and he had thoughts of what he'd like to say about the weather, or the corn crop, or the road being macadamized, or the rascals in Congress. But he never quite had the courage to speak them aloud. By the time he had formed words to his liking, the conversation had moved on.

William Strachey, who would later write the most detailed account of the storm, must have made his way from his quarters to the deck so he could see conditions for himself.

I'm alone all day. In the afternoon, thunder... the sky stitches together the loose scraps of dark.

Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said?

Spring is well underway, and the wild cherry trees are in full bloom. The fields are filled with darling violets and buttercups, and the sides of the road lined with the blossoms that will become berries in the summer heat. I know from the weather report that a crisp spring light is shining down on the navy blue water of Saratoga Passage, and my view, whether I can see it or not, will remain unchanged. I wrote to you once about the comfort I find in that. This remains true.

Don't knock the weather nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.

It just happened." Stryder narrowed his eyes. "Nay, Simon. Foul weather just happens. Disaster just happens." He glared meaningfully. "/Death/ just happens. But people do not get betrothed without design. You will get me out of this, or so help me I will have your head and your bullocks.

We can't change things, you and I. We sit up here all day, under a bad sun, but we can't stop the weather turning. We make our piles of earth and they become graves around us. Nothing's as important as it seems.

He turned on the radio, and sure enough, the meteorologists were practically peeing themselves with joy. "Wind gusts up to fifty miles per hour, heavy rains, some local flooding. Stay inside, folks!

I avoid the carwash when I think it might rain anytime in the near future, which means I drive around the majority of the time in a pollen and bird poop covered car. This presents a stand off between Neat Freakshow and Practical Pennypincher, and Neat Freak usually triumphs. And then it rains.

She didn't know that some hurts were like a once-broken bone. In the right weather, they could ache for a lifetime.

South Dakota boosters had unsuccessfully tried to make a case for moving the U.S. capital from Washington DC to South Dakota, citing the latter's balmy weather and gentle Chinook winds as healthier than Washington's humid atmosphere.

The larger loneliness of our lives evolves from our unwillingness to spend ourselves, stir ourselves. We are always damping down our inner weather, permitting ourselves the comforts of postponement, of rehearsals

It's amazing how good 50 and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in 12 with a wind chill of go fuck yourself.

I hate it here... ...Everyday is actually three days, a freezing morning, a blistering day, and a cool night. You need a lot of clothes. And every day is the same day, which is why it's important to hang a calendar. I see why people move here and wake up one day scratching their heads, wondering when they turned forty or what year it is.