#weather

Weather is a purely personal matter. There is no such thing as a climate that is cold or hot, good or bad, healthy or unhealthy. People take it upon themselves to create a fantasy in their imagination and call it weather. There's only one climate in the world, but the message that nature sends is interpreted according to strictly personal, non-transferable rules. ↗

— Álvaro Mutis

#philosophy #weather #imagination

There is no weather in malls. ↗

— Charles Baxter

#weather #love

The weather was fine, the valleys literally covered with buffaloe, and everything seemed to promise a safe and speedy movement to the first grove of timber on my route, supposed to be about ten days' march. ↗

— William Henry Ashley

#covered #days #everything #fine #first

You buy a house and you get it checked out and you feel like you've kind of made your mark here in some way. And then an act of God just comes up the coast and has the potential to just completely wipe it clean. Weather like that is certainly humbling. ↗

— James Van Der Beek

#buy #certainly #checked #clean #coast

one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle. ↗

— E.L. Doctorow

#frontier-and-pioneer-life #snow #weather #western #life

If the weather is good I go into the nearby wood - there I am painting a small beech forest (in the sun) with a few conifers mixed in. This takes until 8 'o clock. ↗

— Gustav Klimt

#clock #few #forest #go #good

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. ↗

— John Ruskin

#bad #bad weather #braces #delicious #different

There is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. ↗

— John Ruskin

#bad weather #different #different kinds #good #kinds

The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously. His face is weather beaten, he wears a hooded sash with a silver hat about his head... The autumn wind is a Raider, pillaging just for fun. ↗

— Steve Sabol

#along #autumn #beaten #face #fun

Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety. ↗

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

#changes #day #form #like #only