Quotes About Cloud

In the developed world, we are surrounded by electronics - from the computers on our desks to the smart phones in our pockets to the thermostats in our homes to our data in the virtual cloud.

Reine-Marie picked up the top one and wondered, not for the first time, what the next generation of archivists and biographers would do. No one wrote letters anymore. No one had printed photographs and albums for historians, or even family members, to pore over. Everything was in a cloud and needed a password.

The rain falls because the cloud can no longer handle the weight. The tears fall because the heart can no longer handle the pain.

Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.

The skies she retained in memory were dramas of cloud and sea storm, or the electric sheen before summer thunder in the city, always belonging to the energies of sheer weather, of what was out there, air masses, water vapor, westerlies.

the weather center outside Glassboro. They're not calling it a feathery plume anymore." "What are they calling it?" "A black billowing cloud." "That's a little more accurate, which means they're coming

Let's think about the billowing cloud. Just a little bit, okay? It could be dangerous." "Everything in tank cars is dangerous. But the effects are mainly long-range and all we have to do is stay out of the way." "Let's just be sure to keep it in the back of our mind," she said, getting up to smash an ice tray repeatedly on the rim of the sink, dislodging the cubes in groups of two and three.

vomiting, shortness of breath, like they said before." "What does it cause?" "Heart palpitations and a sense of déjà vu." "Déjà vu?" "It affects the false part of the human memory or whatever. That's not all. They're not calling it the black billowing cloud anymore." "What are they calling it?" He looked at me carefully. "The airborne toxic event.

It doesn't cause nausea, vomiting, shortness of breath, like they said before." "What does it cause?" "Heart palpitations and a sense of déjà vu." "Déjà vu?" "It affects the false part of the human memory or whatever. That's not all. They're not calling it the black billowing cloud anymore." "What are they calling it?" He looked at me carefully. "The airborne toxic event.

La nube del no saber —respondió el conte, e hizo una pausa—. Siempre me ha parecido un título maravilloso para una autobiografía.

You're nasty and you're loud, you're mean enough for two, If I could be a cloud, I'd rain all day on you.

In this same vein, tomorrow's unusual, unconventional, and unthinkable companies will be created from sensor technology, big data, cloud computing, artificial intelligence, 5G networks, synthetic biology, genomics, 3D printing, and robotics.

Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound.

As the bulb of black cloud, lit by both sun and flame, hovered above the storehouses, the people of Leningrad looked on in choked awe. "It was an immense spectacle of stunning beauty," wrote Lyubov Shaporina. The air smelled sweet as tons of sugar burned.

a cloud, it would

Loving someone as a parent can produce a cloud that conceals from one's vision what correct behavior is.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Love is like a cloud, Love is like a dream, Love is one word and everything in between. Love is a fairy tale come true because I found love when I found you...

Don't tell the beloved, you are I and I am you, say the opposite of that: we are two guests of an excess, fugitive cloud.

But the joy I was experiencing was calm, the lightest breeze did not undulate the quiet waters upon which my little boat was floating and no cloud darkened my blue heaven.

She poured out Swann's tea, inquired "Lemon or cream?" and, on his answering "Cream, please," said to him with a laugh: "A cloud!" And as he pronounced it excellent, "You see, I know just how you like it." This tea had indeed seemed to Swann, just as it seemed to her; something precious, and love has such a need to find some justification for itself, some guarantee of duration, in pleasures which without it would have no existence and must cease with its passing.

Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.

Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return.

He'd made himself smile with all the rumination. He really ought to lighten up more, Lucas thought, as the last of the Corvettes went past. Hell, what are a couple more killers in a lifetime full of them? And he liked hunting, and what better day to do it than a fine blue day in the autumn of the year, with not a cloud in the heavens, when riding through a singularly beautiful tract of country, in a Porsche with the top down? Fuck a bunch of E. A. Poe. And his Raven.