Quotes About Weather

I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather.

Fair weather cometh out of the north.

She said that people complain when there is too much sun and it gets unbearably hot, and also when it rains too much or when it is cold. But, she said, no one grumbles when the moon shines. Everyone becomes happy and appreciates the moon in their own special way.

What scrunched under our overshoes as we trudged through the stubble of the grainfield was the nasty mix of moistureless snow and windblown dirt that we called "snirt.

Finally, I was let down and joined the others at the window, to watch the sleet fall.

Despite Marijana's bracing presence, he seems to be on the brink of one of his bad spells again, one of the fits of lugubrious self-pity that turn into black gloom. He likes to think they come from elsewhere, episodes of bad weather that cross the sky and pass on. He prefers not to think they come from inside him and are his, part of him

They're going to start talking all about climate change and weather patterns, but I had to help your boy out." "Xcor? I'm sorry…I don't understand." "Long story.

Now about this storm." Wrath shook his head. "It's ripe nasty out there. I'm calling off tonight. It's a fucking snow day, assholes.

All that Canada air coming south and turning us into Popsicles." She

A Mississippi summer is an awesome and boggling thing, a slab of steaming time, a hundred cubed: a hundred days at a hundred degrees and a hundred percent humidity.

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

and rain will fall on our eaves.

It was the myth of the rainy night.

The American people never carry an umbrella. They prepare to walk in eternal sunshine.

Never bring an umbrella to the country - wear a tweed cap.

My hair looks so good out in the desert, it's unbelievable. It's, like, perfectly not frizzy.

They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!

They say this war is a cloud over the land! But they make the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, 'Shit, it's raining!

The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.

If there is any danger in the present weather, in the name of God, Monsieur, wait until spring

Brewer the gardener, stamping out the ashes of his bonfire, saw her pass to and fro, a slender figure moving sedately between the unmoving boughs. He alone of all the household had taken his master's death without exclamation. Death coming to the old was a harmless thought to him, but looking at Laura he sighed deeply, as though he had planted her and now saw her dashed and broken by bad weather.

It was your basic Irish summer day, irritatingly coy, all sun and skidding clouds and jackknifing breeze, ready at any second to make an effortless leap into bucketing rain or blazing sun or both.

Dublin was built for pedestrians and carriages, not for cars; it's full of tiny winding medieval streets, rush hour lasts from seven in the morning till eight at night, and at the first hint of bad weather the whole city goes into prompt, thorough gridlock.

Fucked people, great weather.