Quotes About Clouds

In London, a lot of the time you don't see the sun shine.

I get depressed when the sun is clouded over. It affects me.

I grew up in Seattle, where there isn't a lot of sun.

In my most psychotic stages, I imagine myself chewing on sidewalks and bulging and swallowing sunlight and clouds.

if a sadness arises before you, greater than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and the shadows of clouds, passes over your hands and over all you do, you must suppose that something is acting upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand. It will not let you fall.

You could feel the war getting ready in the sky that night. The way the clouds moved aside and came back, and the way the stars looked, a million of the swimming between the clouds, like the enemy disks, and the feeling that the sky might fall upon the city and turn it to chalk dust, and the moon go up in red fire; that was how the night felt.

And her smile showed for a moment, even as the moon came out of the clouds and went away. Isn't it silly? No. Men do the same. They take long walks when they're sixteen, seventeen. They don't stand on lawns, waiting, no. But, my God, how they walk! Miles and miles from midnight until dawn and come home exhausted and explode and die in bed.

There is something going on in the sky like a decomposition, like a corruption of the air, which remains as still as ever. After all, mere clouds, which may or may not hold wind or rain. Strange that it should trouble me so. I feel as if all my sins had found me out.

We have lost the first of the ebb, said the Director, suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. We have lost the first of the ebb, said the Director, suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

Nobody moved for a time. We have lost the first of the ebb, said the Director, suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. We have lost the first of the ebb, said the Director, suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

Love and regret go hand in hand in this world of changes swifter than the shifting of the clouds reflected in the mirror of the sea.

When I began to listen to poetry, it's when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to others. And I think, most importantly for all of us, then you begin to learn to listen to the soul, the soul of yourself in here, which is also the soul of everyone else. —Joy Harjo

Shreds of cloud were being blown across the moon clotted & cobwebbed like thoughts moving too fast for you to hear.

Tú y yo de la mano como dos buenos amigos; como dos buenos compañeros, unidos para caminar sobre el ancho mundo. Y que no bajen las nubes, que nunca bajen sobre nosotros. Tú, aire de las colinas, las espantarás con esa virtud de que estás llena

Hay aire y sol, hay nubes. Allá arriba un cielo azul y detrás de él tal vez haya canciones; tal vez mejores voces… Hay esperanza, en suma. Hay esperanza para nosotros, contra nuestro pesar.

Zillions of puppies … that's what they got up in heaven. The softest dogs you've ever seen. And no poop. I don't know what happens to the poop but it's not in heaven. Because heaven's clean. All those fluffy white clouds. And these zillions of puppies just jumping from cloud to cloud and you get to run and chase them all day.

We are the mimics. Clouds are pedagogues.

He brushed away the thunder, then the clouds, then the colossal illusion of heaven. Yet still the sky was blue.

All Things Imagined Are of Earth Compact… All things imagined are of earth compact, Strange beast and bird, strange creatures all; Strange minds of men, unwilling slaves to fact: Struggling with desperate clouds, they still proclaim The rushing pearl, the whirling black, Clearly, in well-remembered word and name. Even the dead, when they return, return Not as those dead, concealed away; But their old persons move again, and burn.

The fire eye in the clouds survives the gods. To think of a dove with an eye of grenadine And the pines that are cornets, so it occurs, And a little island full of geese and stars: It may be that ignorant man, alone, Has any chance to mate his life with life That is the sensual, pearly spouse, the life That is fluent in even the wintriest bronze.

There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom. ("Out Of The Deep")

Rising genius always shoots out its rays from among the clouds, but these will gradually roll away and disappear as it ascends to its steady luster.