Weather Quotes

If you lose your integrity, you will also lose your identity, your sensitivity and your dignity. Integrity is honesty, modesty and security in all kinds of weather. It should be our priority!

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.

...being a weatherman in Ireland is about the biggest scam going.

I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms.

It's not the weather that's bad or good, it's whether you have good or bad mood. It's cloudy and cold, I feel happy and bold, As the storm unfolds, I turn silver in gold!

Old places fire the internal weather of our pasts. The mild winds, aching calms, and hard storms of forgotten emotions return to us when we return to the spots where they happened.

HELENA. What a fine day! Not too hot. [A pause.]VOITSKI. A fine day to hang oneself.

Without a doubt, it [Canada] is the land God gave to Cain.

Sunshine is helpful for thinking. It warms up the brain cells.

The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs - memories and Canada.

What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?

The fresh and crisp air of the country reminds us that our blood surges from of the natural world and how tied we are to the sprung rhythms of earth and sky, weather and season.

There's something mystical in the air and in my heart.The weather is showing my emotions.

All weather is sin-related. Lust causes thunder, anger causes fog, and you don't want to know what causes dew.

If I don't make it to heaven, at least I know what hell feels like with this heat!

Oh, mightiest wind, wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?

It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun islike a yellow hole. . .

Every Canadian has a complicated relationship with the United States, whereas Americans think of Canada as the place where the weather comes from.

They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.

It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry.

and when his lips touched mine forthe very first time . . . i knew he is theone

SnowWhile falling it hides your passageWhen finished it documents your path

States of the atmosphere pass into us as water through the meshes of a sieve, and storms occur in us before they break upon the world without, creating restless sensations. ("Absolute Evil")

Not how well you see in a clear weather but how well you see in a foggy weather determines how better you are than others!

I never allow myself to be influenced in the smallest degree either by atmospheric disturbances or by the arbitrary divisions of what is known as Time.

Among your farewells, see you soon, now I have no time and stormy silences, I met someone....that someone, is me.

The smog curled between the streetlamps and the spokes of the wrought iron framework. It seemed through your body and into your bones.

An element of wisdom is knowing that life experiences are blood brothers with climate change, whether you have the resources to detect weather changes, it can still surprise you anytime.

Coffee is not about having something to drink in cool weather, it's about having something to drink when you are not sleeping

Learn to dance in the storm so when life hands you a stormy weather, you just glide through it

The rain thundered down so heavily that Pritam could imagine that space itself was made of water and was pouring through rents in the sky's tired fabric.

The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.

The weather wouldn't settle down. It would rain cats and dogs, then stop, then drip awhile, then stop while it made up its mind what to do next.

She inhaled again. 'You made it rain, ' she said softly, delighted. 'Everyone needs a respite from the sun.

It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.

Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It's fine, it's not, it's suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!

Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does. -The Brown Cape

We were running all over the front lawn and under the rainspouts, barefooted, in our underpants, with the rain pelting down, straight cold gray rain of Delta summers, wonderful rain. -Mexico

Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes

But there were certain early days in Casterbridge- days of firmamental exhaustion which followed angry south-westerly tempests-when, if the sun shone, the air was like velvet.

You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.

The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear sky and the sun on its way down.

It reminded me of what Dad said after every snail’s crawl home fromAlbany when snow hit.“It’s New York, people. It’s winter. We get snow. If you aren’t preparedto deal with it, move to Miami.

pg. 301--"Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall."pg.349--"...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...

Cold is cold.

Winter brings cold dry harsh weather and trees are without leaves.

I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunder

Silence guides the mind...

It is not summer, England doesn't have summer, it has continuous autumn with a fortnight's variation here and there.