Weather Quotes - Page 2

This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
And nestlings fly

They know no urge of seasons; they feel no kiss of sun, no lash of wind and weather. They live forever by not living at all.

I knew by the signs it would be a hard winter. The hollies bore a heavy crop of berries and birds stripped them bare. Crows quarreled in reaped fields and owls cried in the mountains, mournful as widows. Fur and moss grew thicker than usual. Cold rains came, driven sideways through the trees by north winds, and snows followed.

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!

...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world. t

Silence guides the mind...

Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.

Power is a delicate thing. The most powerful storms on earth intensify rapidly, but dissipate just as fast if not faster.

It’s one of the things I love about the sea, the way you can see weather afar. It’s like looking at the future.

Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.

It's not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man's land between.

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves.