T Quotes
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“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.”
Source: THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING
“The weather for me is nothing special. The weather couldn't kill me.”
“The weather forecast can't predict the storms of life.”
“The weather gods are toying with us." - Dr. James Stagg”
Source: Pressure
“The weather had freshened almost to coldness, for the wind was coming more easterly, from the chilly currents between Tristan and the Cape; the sloth was amazed by the change; it shunned the deck and spent its time below. Jack was in his cabin, pricking the chart with less satisfaction than he could have wished: progress, slow, serious trouble with the mainmast-- unaccountable headwinds by night-- and sipping a glass of grog; Stephen was in the mizentop, teaching Bonden to write and scanning the sea for his first albatross. The sloth sneezed, and looking up, Jack caught its gaze fixed upon him; its inverted face had an expression of anxiety and concern. 'Try a piece of this, old cock,' he said, dipping his cake in the grog and proffering the sop. 'It might put a little heart into you.' The sloth sighed, closed its eyes, but gently absorbed the piece, and sighed again.
Some minutes later he felt a touch upon his knee: the sloth had silently climbed down and it was standing there, its beady eyes looking up into his face, bright with expectation. More cake, more grog: growing confidence and esteem. After this, as soon as the drum had beat the retreat, the sloth would meet him, hurrying toward the door on its uneven legs: it was given its own bowl, and it would grip it with its claws, lowering its round face into it and pursing its lips to drink (its tongue was too short to lap). Sometimes it went to sleep in this position, bowed over the emptiness.
'In this bucket,' said Stephen, walking into the cabin, 'in this small half-bucket, now, I have the population of Dublin, London, and Paris combined: these animalculae-- what is the matter with the sloth?' It was curled on Jack's knee, breathing heavily: its bowl and Jack's glass stood empty on the table. Stephen picked it up, peered into its affable bleary face, shook it, and hung it upon its rope. It seized hold with one fore and one hind foot, letting the others dangle limp, and went to sleep.
Stephen looked sharply round, saw the decanter, smelt to the sloth, and cried, 'Jack, you have debauched my sloth.”
Source: H.M.S. Surprise
“The weather here is gorgeous. It's mild and feels like it's in the eighties. The hot dog vendors got confused because of the weather and thought it was spring, so they accidentally changed the hot dog water in their carts.”
“The weather in California is so much hotter than it is in England that it's absolutely changed my style. I have many more dresses and shorts than I ever thought I would coming from U.K.! It's so much easier to dress femininely in a warm climate.”
“The weather in England can really darken your spirits.”
“The weather in the Plaza was always perfect, and even compared to the rest of the Carter Lane campus, it was a beautiful space. A full acre of ground, lush with bright tufts of native grasses. Tall yucca, hidden patches of prickly pear, pink bitterroot and bright blue flax and a hundred other wildflowers all clumped together. Spring buttercups and balsamroot bloomed side by side with midsummer lupines and paintbrush, and the sunflowers and snow asters that didn't bloom until September out in the fully real world. It never changed. The Cross Worlds Plaza wasn't quite Otherside, but wasn't exactly the human world either. Like the name suggested, it stood in between.
In the center of the Plaza stood a stone circle. The boulders were different colors and types of rock-- rough pink granite from the Eastern Court territory in Maine, smooth white marble from an Alabama quarry in Southern Court land, warm orange Texas sandstone from the Summer Court, and dusty Michigan limestone representing Winter. There was basalt from the Northern court in Washington, and even a chunk of onyx marble from California, from the site of the former Western court, which had been snuffed out before I was even born. At the heart of the circle stood a stack of three wide, flat stones-- shale and slate from Idaho and Montana, topped with a thin, shiny disk of Wyoming obsidian.”
Source: The Tricky Business of Faerie Bargains
“The weather is always changing and the tragedies of life come and go, but God never changes, His love is certain and constant, this I know.”
Source: God's Glorious Design
“The weather is beautiful in Toulon and the girls are beautiful and I don't want to leave.”
“The weather is entrancing, but in my heart there is no sun.”
Source: Letters
“The weather is frosty: straight pink smoke puffs and the air tastes of sugar-glazed cranberries.”
Source: Letters to Vera
“The weather is here Wish you were beautiful.”
“The weather is like a slice of bread: familiar, an everyday taste, but without it...”
Source: Busz po polsku
“The weather is like the government, always in the wrong.”
Source: The Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow: Easyread Comfort Edition
“The weather is nature's disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men.”
Source: Killosophy
“The weather is nice outside, but it's cloudy in my heart.”
Source: ひるなかの流星 4 [Hirunaka no Ryuusei 4]
“The weather is perfect. The gods are shining on us.”
“The weather is snowy and very cold, everyone is going home! So are you everyone? If not, now is the time to go out! Let the crowd sleep, let the silence wake up! Live a beautiful truth, not from behind the glass, but right in the middle of the truth!”
“The weather isn't ours to command. Physics is physics. Snow is snow. Batteries are batteries. Sometimes the best action is no action.”
Source: Walkaway
“The weather. It's like a poem. Where each word is more than one thing at once and everything's a metaphor. The meaning condensed into rhythm and sound and the spaces between sentences. It's all intense and sharp, like the cold and the wind.”
“The weather of Depression is unmodulated, its light a brownout.”
Source: Darkness visible: a memoir of madness
“THE WEATHER OF LOVE
Love
Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
Unconditionally,
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable
Conditions.”
Source: Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
“The weather plays a very big role. I have run very few races in the raining and the cold.”
“The weather records of the U.S.A. are the best kept and most accessible in the world, thanks to consistent government/military taxpayer support. There are longer European data sets, but the U.S.A. data is enough to forecast major extreme events.”
“The weather still continues charming.”
Source: The Importance of Being Earnest
“The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.”
Source: Diary: A Novel
“The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.”
Source: Diary: A Novel
“The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.”
“The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.”
“The weather was as ready as the school and campus. The sky was cloudless and the temperature was expected to top out at 76 degrees. Early morning mowers had sugared the air with the fragrance of freshly mowed grass.”
Source: Cindy Divine: The Little Girl Who Frightened Kings
“The weather was at war with itself, on one side the prevailing clouds and on the other the glimmer of sunlight, the lunar noon slinking in between the two, the sliver of the old moon cradling the new, the eternal story of sun and moon communicating their conflict across the sky.”
Source: Creatures from Fairy-Tales and Myth (story book)
“The weather was fine and moderate. The hunters all returned, having killed during their absence three elk, four deer, two porcupines, a fox and a hare.”
Source: Travels to the Source of the Missouri River: And Across the American Continent to the Pacific Ocean 1804, 1805, and 1806
“The weather was gray, the streets filled with that Sunday morning silence that makes you feel like everybody else is home with people that they love.”
Source: Delicious!
“The weather's cold. My club's bad. My knee hurts. I can't putt no more. I'm off my diet. My wife is nagging me. Other than that, everything's great.”
“The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas, where fragments of great wrecks were drifting, perhaps, and helpless men were rocked upon them into a sleep as deep as the unfathomable waters.”
Source: Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].
“The weatherman is always as honest as he is vague.”
Source: Gardening in the Dark
“The weatherman is always right. It's just his timing that's off.”
“The weatherman is not only blamed for his failure to foretell, he is blamed for the weather itself.”
“The weatherman/woman definitely has SuperPowers.”
“The weave of the personal and the political finally proves as irresistible as it is moving, partly because it has been drawn from extraordinary life.”
“The Weaver is a really godlike power. It's not even a blind idiot god, a sort of Lovecraft thing, it's just a purely capricious god. It's an intelligence you can't understand, so you can't trust it." -Amazon.com interview”
“The Weaver”
“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.”
“The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.”
“The Weaver's dress rustled as she crept closer in the gloom. 'Who did you bring, little wolf? What did you bring to me?'
Ianthe and her two guards stepped over the threshold. Then another step. Past the open door. They didn't see me in the shadows behind it.
'Dinner,' I said to the Weaver, whirling around the door- to its outside face. And let go of the handle.
Just as the door slammed shut hard enough to rattle the cottage, I saw the ball of faelight that Ianthe lifted to illuminate the room.
Saw the horrible face of the Weaver, that mouth of stumped teeth opening wide with delight and unholy hunger. A death-god of old- starved for life. With a beautiful priestess before her.
I was already hurtling for the trees when the guards and Ianthe began screaming.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“The Weaveress squinted at the loom. While any other person would merely see a thickset of colour-flashing Threads, Ærinna saw cosmic events, destinies and the collective soul of countless beings. Some of them were about to kick the bucket and kick it well. They weren’t to die of any expected natural causes either – unless one counted being “woven out of the Pattern” either natural or expected.”
Source: The Weaver of Odds
“The weaving of mankind into one community does not imply the creation of a homogeneous community, but rather the reverse; the welcome and adequate utilization of distinctive quality in an atmosphere of understanding.... Communities all to one pattern, like boxes of toy soldiers, are things of the past, rather than of the future.”
Source: The Outline of History: The Roman Empire to the Great War
“The weaving, waving field of geometric shapes and lines folds and falls over me, or I fall into it. I am seeing small spherical globules of white light, like pearls, that are glistening, shining moist, and perfectly aligned and interconnected in complex three-dimensional webs, reminiscent of Buckminster Fuller’s dymaxion structures, yet always changing, unfolding and enfolding. These webs are what constitutes my body, clustering in certain areas to make organs like my eyes.
They also constitute all other bodies and forms around me. Each individual is a kind of cluster in this infinite ever-changing molecular web. Each thought or feeling or experience is also a local cluster in this holographic matrix of all possibilities. A sun of pure white light radiates out from the center of the swirling, pearl-studded crystalline grid. It is too intensely bright for me to maintain the focus of attention, so gradually I lose awareness of it and emerge back out of the infinite oneness back into my body-form (RM).”
Source: The Toad and the Jaguar
“The web as a platform is the most powerful platform we have ever seen.”