#weather

It is spectacular. From about five minutes in, when we knew for sure that we were going to have the weather to go, the smile on my face just got bigger and bigger, and I was just beaming through the whole launch. I mean, it is just an amazing ride. ↗

— Chris Hadfield

#amazing #bigger #face #five #go

An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather. ↗

— Washington Irving

#equable #gifts #good nature #heaven #inexhaustible

You know what they say about Chicago. If you don't like the weather, wait fifteen minutes. ↗

— Ralph Kiner

#chicago #fifteen #fifteen minutes #know #like

Well, I actually first got into music as a small child, and as I became a teen, I sought out making money from music, weather that was singing lounge gigs, backup in studios, or weddings. ↗

— Chantal Kreviazuk

#backup #became #child #first #gigs

I live by the sea in Australia and the weather of course is glorious all year round. ↗

— Anna Torv

#course #glorious #i #live #round

It’s easier to hide your smoking habit on a foggy day. Let that be a lesson for you and your secret lover.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cheating #foggy #funny #hide #hiding

Dad was on the porch, pacing back and forth in that uneven stride he had on account of having a gimp leg. When he saw, he let out a yelp of delight and started hobbling down the steps towards us. Mom came running out of the house. She sank down on her knees, clasped her hands in front of her, and started praying up to the heavens, thanking the Lord for delivering her children from the flood. It was she who had saved us, she declared, by staying up all night praying. "You get down on your knees and thank your guardian angel," she said. "And thank me, too." Helen and Buster got down and started praying with Mom, but I just stood there looking at them. The way I saw it. I was the one who'd saved us all, not Mom and not some guardian angel. No one was up in that cottonwood tree except the three of us. Dad came alongside me and put his arms around my shoulders. "There weren't no guardian angel, Dad," I said. I started explaining how I'd gotten us to the cottonwood tree in time, figuring out how to switch places when our arms got tired and keeping Buster and Helen awake through the long night by quizzing them. Dad squeezed my shoulder. "Well, darling," he said, "maybe the angel was you. ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#children #flash-flood #guardian-angel #love #mother

If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm. ↗

— Frank Lane

#storm #sunshine #want #weather #you

As a writer, you have control of the words you put on the page. But once that manuscript leaves your hand, you give control to the reader. As a director, you are limited by everything: weather, budget, and egos. ↗

— Nicholas Meyer

#control #director #egos #everything #give

If you send up a weather vane or put your thumb up in the air every time you want to do something different, to find out what people are going to think about it, you're going to limit yourself. That's a very strange way to live. ↗

— Jessye Norman

#air #different #every #every time #find