Quotes About Cloudy

In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every oneAnd the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh onI tried to call them back but unbidden they are goneFar away from heart and eye and for ever far away

The forecast was cloudy with extended periods of consciousness, followed by a stitch in my side and a sense of impending doom swelling to a symphony of demolition

At 6:45 on that cloudy and rapidly darkening evening, Lockington drove north on Clark Street. Wrigley Field loomed on his right and he stared glumly at the gaunt floodlight towers that were being erected on the grandstand roofs, far from operational now, but they'd be functioning in August. Night baseball in Wrigley Field—a sacrilege of unthinkable proportions, like a dice game smack dab in the middle of Vatican Square.

I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

I have seen those faces, when the day is cloudy, and I have seen at sunset on a clear winter day houses, ordinary houses, whose bricks were coals and windows aflame

The conversation we just had was like a glimpse of stars through a chink in cloudy sky.

All living seems to be changed — It's as though the sky will never be clear again —

It was a kiss that demanded no kiss-back. Not a cloudy kiss full of questions that wanted answers. Like the kisses of cheerful one-armed men in dreams.

God's a connoisseur of fragile things, and decorates His cloudy outlook with ornaments of finest glass.

Our mind is like a cloudy sky: in essence clear and pure, but overcast by clouds of delusions. Just as the thickest clouds can disperse, so, too, even the heaviest delusions can be removed from our mind.

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

It's funny when you smile, she said. It's like a rainbow on a cloudy day. Don't ever say that to me again.

My first thought when I came here was that I understood why there are so many great Irish writers - because there is something mystical in the air. There's always this cloudy, moody sky and it's challenging.

In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.

Water...That fishy liquid that makes Pastis cloudy!

Here, then, is the last moment of true perception, a man fishing in a red jacket and a cloudy sky reflected on opaque water.

Liquor and love rescue the cloudy sense banish its despair give it a home.

Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey

When I was in the hospital they gave me apple juice every morning, even after I told them I didn't like it. I had to get even. One morning, I poured the apple juice into the specimen tube. The nurse held it up and said, 'It's a little cloudy.' I took the tube from her and said, 'Let me run it through again,' and drank it. The nurse fainted.

Outside was the calm that sat in front of a July storm, the kind of cloudy stillness that said you'd better get you and your bicycle on home before a gully washer let loose.

I think the genetics of being Irish are that you sort of prefer when it's rainy and cloudy. It's just genetic.

In a world of lovelightning and rainbow are lovers now. They arc and strike upon the horizon of credence to rise above their cloudy vow