I decided this week’s quote theme is “strange weather,” in light of the fact that we’ve been experiencing some interesting days this summer with dramatic temperature fluctuations, flash floods and other oddities. Today is, in fact in the 60s at the moment, climbing which is in my ideal personal temperature range.
Something that also still astounds me, even after living in New York City for over 12 years, is how much New Yorkers love to complain and otherwise remark on the weather. Every year, the changing of the seasons seems to surprise us, and it is as if we are outraged that winter in a temperate zone means snow, or that summer means hot, sticky and disgusting (especially on the subway). I get pretty frustrated with the kvetching. But when I am feeling a bit more sympathetic (or maybe irrational), I sometimes look at this expression of disappointment as a small sign of New Yorkers’ unending hope: There is a small part of all of us that hopes someday that New York City will surprise us and turn into the a city with weather that is always exactly how we like it.
“Storms make trees take deeper roots.” — Dolly Parton
“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 (Victorian art critic)
“For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.” — Christina Rossetti (from my very favorite poem, “Goblin Market”)
“A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.” — Marcel Proust (from The Germauntes Way)