The eNotes Blog Shakespeare and Fry and Bly, Oh My! Literary Quotes OnStorms

Shakespeare and Fry and Bly, Oh My! Literary Quotes OnStorms At , we want all of our followers and customers to know we are thinking about you in the wake of Hurricane Sandy and wish everyone a speedy and safe recovery. Hopefully, you have power and can read this but if your battery is running low, I hear there is a Starbucks on Broadway where you can charge up AND whose wifi is still working See To cheer you up, we thought you might enjoy reading some insights from literature and writers about stormy weather. So here ya go. 1.   Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o the world! Crack natures molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! King Lear, Act 3.2  by William Shakespeare 2.   Stephen Fry Here are some obvious things about weather It’s real. You can’t change it by wishing it away. If it’s dark and rainy it really is dark and rainy, you can’t alter it. It might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row. BUT It will be sunny one day. It isn’t under one’s control as to when the sun comes out but it will. One day. 3.   The Cat in the Hat  by Dr. Seuss 4.   Ã¢â‚¬Å"Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder go when it dies?†Ã‚  Something Wicked This Way Comes  by Ray Bradbury 5.   Ã¢â‚¬Å"Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it.†Ã‚  Ã¢â‚¬â€¢Ã‚  Mark Twain 6.   Ã¢â‚¬Å"Tut, Tut, looks like rain.  Winne-the-Pooh  by  A.A. Milne   7.   Ã¢â‚¬Å"A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.† ~  Carl Reiner 8.   Ã¢â‚¬Å"After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy.† ~  Benjamin Franklin 9.   In Rainy September by  Robert Bly   In rainy September when leaves grow down to the dark I put my forehead down to the damp seaweed-smelling sand. What can we do but choose? The only way for human beings is to choose. The fern has no choice but to live; for this crime it receives earth water and night. And finally, at Number 10, a word from the coming years  Farmers   Almanac   â€Å"Flurries early, pristine and pearly. Winters come calling! Can we endure so premature a falling? Some may find this trend distressing- others bend to say a blessing over sage and onion dressing.†