Quotes About Clouds

In Finland in the winter, when the sky is totally choked with clouds, the country becomes one big sensory deprivation tank.

We experience happiness as a series of pleasing moments. They come and go like clouds, unpredictable, fleeting, and without responsibility to our desires. Through honest self-work, reflection, and meditation, we begin to string more of these moments together, creating a web-like design of happiness that drapes around our lives.

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.

On the morrow the horizon was covered with clouds- a thick and impenetrable curtain between earth and sky, which unhappily extended as far as the Rocky Mountains. It was a fatality!

A few languid clouds moved inland over our heads. A little high plane was gamboling among them like a terrier in a henyard.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then. Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather. Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you. Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.

The blackest cloud I've ever seen squatted over Mussoorie, and then it hailed marbles for half an hour. Nothing like a hailstorm to clear the sky . Even as I write, I see a rainbow forming.

Everything is made of time, and we go out in waves, accumulating around ourselves in halos of dust, the borders bleeding into each other; the tearing and merging of clouds.

The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations - each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony.

As she crossed the street, a rumor of sunshine stood behind the clouds.

I sang out the words unflinchingly though, as I stomped around the toadstool in clouds of church-basement dust, with a damp Gnome hand clutched in each of mine.

Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing, Not another sound is nigh.

It's not imagination on my part when I say that to look up at the sky, the clouds, the moon, and the stars make me calm and patient. It's a better medicine than either valerian or bromine; Mother nature makes me humble and prepared to face every blow courageously.

It's not just my imagination—looking at the sky, the clouds, the moon and the stars really does make me feel calm and hopeful. It's much better medicine than valerian or bromide. Nature makes me feel humble and ready to face every blow with courage! As

The sky spread out, full of clouds, and then we broke through to the very stars.

Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.

my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...

I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...

the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...

Such clouds of dust had risen that there was a sort of twilight around.

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance.