Quotes and Sayings

A man's nature runs either to herbs, or to weeds; therefore let him seasonably water the one, and destroy the other.  ~Francis Bacon

He who hunts for flowers will finds flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.  ~Henry Ward Beecher

Weed 'em and reap.  ~Author Unknown

Don't water your weeds.  ~Proverb

When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it.  If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.  ~Author Unknown

A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow... ~John Fletcher, part of a nursery rhyme  (Thanks, Paul!)

Coal lay in ledges under the ground since the Flood, until a laborer with pick and windlass brings it to the surface. We may will call it black diamonds. Every basket is power and civilization. For coal is a portable climate. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

We often hear of bad weather, but in reality, no weather is bad. It is all delightful, though in different ways. Some weather may be bad for farmers or crops, but for man all kinds are good. Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating. As Ruskin says, "There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather." ~John Lubbock, "Recreation," The Use of Life, 1894

Greetings, all! Welcome to my page of weather quotations. Reading books with great weather descriptions really moves me, and I've found several that especially thrill me in books from the 1800s. As I find time I continue to hit up Google Books and the library too, ransacking vintage gems for wind, rain, snow, and storm-related passages. There is so much beauty out there in previous generations of literature, which fortunately thanks to the preservation of old books is still ours today. I will happily keep sharing the words as I find them, and in the meantime please enjoy the labor of love that is already here. —tεᖇᖇ¡·g

You are an ache in the stomach when I am away from you.

He stood in stillness in an ancient grove of redwood trees, waiting for a wandering poem to land on him. ~Dr. SunWolf