Quotes About Weather

Go to any sea-port town and you will see that the Sea-captain who has retired upon his well-earned savings, sets up a weather-cock in full view from his windows, and watches the variations of the wind as duly as when he was at sea, though no longer with the same anxiety.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer...

You know you're a skydiver when on windy days you go to the drop zone anyway and complain about the weather.

You know you're a skydiver when you know what the lines mean on a weather map.

Acting Captain Warms' reasons for not requesting help from the cutter are equally unsatisfactory. He had not anticipated that the Tampa would carry such gear. Even so, he declared later, it would not have been feasible to ferry it across in such weather.

Acting Captain Warms' first terrible miscalculation came when he executed the textbook turn into the wind to meet the storm squall.

But in late March in the Pacific Northwest, a cease-fire on precipitation only meant the clouds were taking a coffee break.

The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly; light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding.

The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly, light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding. Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

the sky was shrugging away the clouds

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

Dicen que en Lima el cielo es permanentemente gris, mas nunca llueve. Así rememoro los días al lado de mamá, encapotados, neblinosos, sin relámpagos, sin vendavales.

The weather reduces everyone to platitudes.

The simulated weather in Edward Lorenz's new electronic computer changed slowly but certainly

Those who made such models took for granted that, from present to future, the laws of motion provide a bridge of mathematical certainty. Understand the laws and you understand the universe. That was the philosophy behind modeling weather on a computer.

Had he stopped with the Butterfly Effect, an image of predictability giving way to pure randomness, then Lorenz would have produced no more than a piece of very bad news. But Lorenz saw more than randomness embedded in his weather model. He saw a fine geometrical structure, order masquerading as randomness.

In science as in life, it is well known that a chain of events can have a point of crisis that could magnify small changes. But chaos meant that such points were everywhere. They were pervasive. In systems like the weather, sensitive dependence on initial conditions was an inescapable consequence of the way small scales intertwined with large.

The Butterfly Effect was the reason. For small pieces of weather—and to a global forecaster, small can mean thunderstorms and blizzards—any prediction deteriorates rapidly. Errors and uncertainties multiply, cascading upward through a chain of turbulent features, from dust devils and squalls up to continent-size eddies that only satellites can see.

Really, it was incredible that they had achieved any successes at all. As if to underline the disintegration of the entire German war strategy, on the night of 4/5 December temperatures along the Eastern Front plummeted to minus 35 degrees.

It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.

His head was large, globular and oily; it sweated in all weathers; and his large round hat, set upon it sideways, looked like a bulb which had grown out of another.

There was cold sunlight outside the window.

PEOPLE WHO ARE unknowledgeable about agriculture often refer to farm labor as unskilled. Take bucking bales. Try inserting your fingers inside the twine on ninety pounds of compacted grass after it has been rained on, then flinging it up on the flatbed of a truck and repeating the process every four minutes for eight hours. If you want to up the ante, do it in an electric storm.

The sky was black, creaking with electricity, like someone crumpling cellophane.