What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.— Anton Chekhov
Colorful Fine Weather quotations
It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain sniveling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky.
When a house is being built which is to be made as strong as possible, the building takes place in fine weather and in calm, so that nothing may hinder the structure from acquiring the needed solidity.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that --one is sure to get into some mess before evening.
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.
The weather and my mood have little connection.
I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.
I suppose we all tend to remember only the happiness from our childhood, as a sundial refuses to tell the time except in fine weather.
You think the world is what it looks like in fine weather at noon day;
I think it is what it seems like in the early morning when one first wakes from deep sleep.
Voters inclined to loathe and fear elite Ivy League schools rarely make fine distinctions between Yale and Harvard. All they know is that both are full of rich, fancy, stuck-up and possibly dangerous intellectuals who never sit down to supper in their undershirt no matter how hot the weather gets.
My children are all doing just fine. The mountain dogs are great in this weather. The yorkies are freezing.
In fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden;
and when it is too wet to go into it, he will look out the window at it, by the hour together. He has always something to do there, and you will see him digging, and sweeping, and cutting, and planting, with manifest delight.
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.
When you're facing a difficult issue that you absolutely can do nothing about - I can't fly the plane; I can't change the weather - falling asleep, you'll either wake up and things will be fine or you won't.
Nobody can live on a bridge or plant potatoes but it is fine for comings and goings, meetings, partings and long views and a real connection to someplace else where you may in the crazy weathers of struggle how and again want to be.
Enough fine weather and money and a few memorable meals make any place desirable.
I am not a romantic. I am a domestic animal. I do not sigh and yearn for extravagant displays of passion, for the grand affair, the world well lost for love. I know all that, and know that it leaves you lonely. No, what I crave is the simplicity of routine. An evening walk, arm in arm, in fine weather. A game of cards. Time for idle talk. Preparing a meal together.
A journalist is the lookout on the bridge of the ship of state.
He notes the passing sail, the little things of interest that dot the horizon in fine weather. He reports the drifting castaway whom the ship can save. He peers through fog and storm to give warning of dangers ahead. He is not thinking of his wages or of the profits of his owners. He is there to watch over the safety and the welfare of the people who trust him.
Why is it that showers and even storms seem to come by chance, so that many people think it quite natural to pray for rain or fine weather, though they would consider it ridiculous to ask for an eclipse by prayer.
She hopes for nothing except fine weather and a resolution.
She wants to end properly, like a good sentence.
People speak because they are afraid of silence.
They speak mechanically whether aloud or to themselves. They are intoxicated by this vocal gruel that ensnares every object and every being. They talk about rain and fine weather; they talk about money, about love, about nothing. And even when they are talking about their most exalted love, they use words uttered a hundred times, threadbare phrases.