Quotes About Clouds

Beneath the moon, chilly winds blow through the pines as wisps of clouds arise. So many mountain ridges layer into each other for miles around! The valley stream is quiet and clear -- I'm not done with this boundless joy.

To these he added two 'intermediate modifications': cirro-cumulus and cirro-stratus; and two compound modifications: cumulo-stratus and cumulo-cirro-stratus. This final modification was more colloquially known as the nimbus or rain cloud. From

Feelings pass like clouds but love endures like the sky.

from those humble beginnings we learned to see faces in the clouds and portents in the stars, to see agency in randomness, because natural selection favors the paranoid.

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke... Is a reminder of the strength and pain Of being young; that it can't come again, But is for others undiminished somewhere.

May out of the clouds of chance A calm wind blow, a bird be sighted and steer Straight for your bough, and its pursuing love Break in the air, a scarlet target afloat For the strength of your striking arrow; — Philip Larkin, from section III of "Now," The Complete Poems , ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)

On one side, the mass of a mountain. A life I know. On the other, the universe of the clouds, so full of unknown that it seems empty to us. Too much space.

Finché il vento dei nostri pensieri, più violento di quello dell'equilibrio, tornerà presto a far volteggiare verso le nubi questa piuma così sensibile.

Sopra i tetti delle case si vedevano striscioni di nubi, sfregati e pestati dal vento, che, lassù, doveva soffiare libero come aveva soffiato al principio del mondo.

Through the harsh design of fate, Florida was dealt the unfortunate circumstances of bearing the brunt of not one but two hurricanes, and it appears more dark clouds are poised to visit the Sunshine State.

Climbing mattered. The danger bathed the world in a halogen glow that caused everything—the sweep of the rock, the orange and yellow lichens, the texture of the clouds—to stand out in brilliant relief. Life thrummed at a higher pitch. The world was made real.

He wonders how so much water can resist the pull of so much gravity for the time it takes such pregnant clouds to form, he wonders about the moment the rain begins, the turn from forming to falling, that slight silent pause in the physics of the sky as the critical mass is reached, the hesitation before the first swollen drop hurtles fatly and effortlessly to the ground.

The only clouds are pale and thin, hung as high as they can manage, like cobwebs in the high arches of a stairwell, and the sky is a freshly scrubbed blue, as permanent-looking as the first day of the holidays.

The clouds were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked to me like they had the sun pretty effectively intimidated.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

The story of two dreams is a coincidence, a line drawn by chance, like the shapes of lions or horses that are sometimes formed by clouds.

I leaned way back to gaze at the blanket of blue sky where a few small clouds hung, white as the fleece of a new lamb. "Even out on the ocean," Bill said, "Father Sky will be above us. We will never be forgotten by the sky.

Tut, Tut, looks like rain

Tut-tut, it looks like rain

Ultimate truth is very simple and easy to assimilate, but evil hands try hard to veil it with clouds of suspicions, they often hide in media markets.

In the never, still arriving, I find you again: blue absence keeps knowledge alive, makes of October an adjusted lens. The days have almost no clouds left.

PRAYER to the sun above the clouds. Sun that givest all things birth, shine on everything on earth! If that's too much to demand, shine at least on this our land. If even that's too much for thee, shine at any rate on me.

page 212: let me be far from the battle at Thermodon Watching if from high in the clouds, like an eagle. The vanquished weep, and the victor has perished.

My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hidden the sun.