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Quotations about Weather


Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while. ~Frank M. Hubbard, as quoted in Herbert V. Prochnow, Speaker's Handbook of Epigrams and Witticisms, 1955

Whether the weather be cold, or whether the weather be hot;
Whether the weather be fine, or whether the weather be not,
We'll weather the weather whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.
~Cardiff Camera Club, c.1921

Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. ~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest: A Trivial Comedy for Serious People, 1898

Cussing the weather is mighty poor farming. ~African-American proverb

It is rather like living in a vast cosmic mood-swing here... I woke to trees iced in silver and an April sky, sunlight breaking through the clouds. ~May Sarton, 1971 February 9th

It was a dark and stormy night, the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets... rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. ~Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton, Paul Clifford, 1830  [You really couldn't expect a page of weather quotations without this classic, could you? —tg]

Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much we can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain. ~Terri Guillemets, "Homeward," 1991

I tried to catch some fog. I mist. ~Internet meme

What's the difference between weather and climate? You can't weather a tree but you can climate. ~Author unknown

Climate is what on average we may expect, weather is what we actually get. ~A. J. Herbertson, Ph.D., c. 1901

Climate... is what a locality has when you are buying a home there, and weather is what it has afterwards. ~"The Difference," Puck, 1904

It has been said that in human life there are moments worth ages... in the climate of England there are, for the lover of Nature, days which are worth whole months, — I might say — even years. ~William Wordsworth

The weather couldn't seem to make up its mind. Spring had gone to its head and unsettled it. ~Cid Ricketts Sumner, Tammy Out of Time, 1958

In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four-and-twenty hours. ~Mark Twain, 1876

Modern-day Denmark is a tourism wonderland, boasting a year-round average temperature of 14 degrees Centipede (108 degrees Richter). ~Dave Barry, Dave Barry's Only Travel Guide You'll Ever Need, 1991

All weather is sin-related. Lust causes thunder, anger causes fog, and you don't want to know what causes dew. ~Stephen Colbert, I am America (And So Can You!), 2007

Empirical analysis reveals that happiness is negatively related to temperature in a linear model, and is maximized at 13.9 degrees Celsius in a quadratic model. ~Yoshiro Tsutsui, "Weather and Individual Happiness," 2012, Osaka University, Japan  [Paraphrase: The temperature of happiness is 57 °F. –tg]

A London publisher says that unsettled weather means the taking up of more serious books than continued sunshine tempts to, and in an exceptionally fine summer there is a notable falling away of reading of whatever kind. The successful publisher of books for summer reading in England must be one who combines an intimate knowledge of the records of the Weather Bureau with a study of its daily bulletin and a first-hand and unremitting observation of thermometer, barometer, anemometer, the shapes of clouds, and the color of the sky. Without a moment's warning the treacherous weathervane may compel him to stop the presses that are pouring out "Lady Geraldine's Lovers" or "Patsy's Husbands," and start "Wet Days at Wedgewood" or "Soul-Fog," or "Mist and Mysticism." ~Reading and the Weather," The Publisher's Weekly, 1911  [a little altered —tg]

The weather behaved itself. In the spring, the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang. In the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and, if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed. In the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory. And in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush. ~T.H. White, The Once and Future King, 1958

They call him just a desert rat.
His skin is tanned like leather.
He's lived so long in wind and rain,
His face is full of weather.
~Thelma Ireland, "The Old Prospector," in Arizona Highways, July 1949

...I will praise the English climate till I die — even if I die of the English climate. There is no weather so good as English weather. Nay, in a real sense there is no weather at all anywhere but in England. In France you have much sun and some rain; in Italy you have hot winds and cold winds; in Scotland and Ireland you have rain, either thick or thin; in America you have hells of heat and cold, and in the Tropics you have sunstrokes varied by thunderbolts. But all these you have on a broad and brutal scale, and you settle down into contentment or despair. ~G. K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, "The Glory of Grey"

It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time. ~Joseph L. Mankiewicz, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, 1947, spoken by the character Miles Fairley in a scene of pouring rain in London, film based on a 1945 novel by R. A. Dick (Josephine Leslie, 1898–1979)

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once,
That makes ingrateful man!
~William Shakespeare, King Lear, c.1605  [III, 2, Lear]

Life is like Chicago weather — you never know what you're gonna get. ~Internet meme à la Forrest Gump

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