Quotes About Clouds

Fortune accepted that he could not become a helpless, blameless baby again and yet he was strangely satisfied at the prospect of being carried upwards into the receptive convexities of the clouds.

They] turn their faces upward, and from the abyss of the Prague streets gaze at the strip of sky overhead, at the clouds, to see what time it really was, according to nature and not by the clock.

Suddenly I realized that mosquitoes were clustering on my neck and arms. Even before I came up here, other boys were complaining about them. How could I not realize we must be near land? So, this is the first sign of Bangkok — mosquitoes, clouds of them. If they were organized, they could carry us to shore one by one.

He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.

The thoughts that occur to me while I'm running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.

Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.

The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.

Everything has a bright side," he said. "The top of even the blackest, thickest cloud shines like silver.

Even the darkest, thickest cloud shines silver when viewed from above.

There was an inexhaustible source of clouds in some land far to the north. Decisive people, minds fixed on the task, clothed in thick, gray uniforms, working silently from morning to night to make clouds, like bees make honey, spiders make webs, and war makes widows.

The clouds looked like silent travelers headed for the edge of the earth.

O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather

When clouds will become heavier than the land in us led our entire life by the steps of our Destiny, we will understand that not their moments' rain has darkened the sun of our life, but the failure to be ourselves.

What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?

However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world's emptiness clouds.

The clouds floating white and restless in the sky were those you see only in May or June. They were innocent companions, still young and flighty, who ran playfully across the blue road to hide suddenly behind high mountains, linking arms and running away, sometimes crumpling up like handkerchiefs, sometimes unravelling into streamers, and eventually playing a practical joke by setting themselves down on the mountain like white caps.

Clouds cannot cover secret places, nor denials conceal truth.

When you stick to the path of Truth and Righteousness, pain and poverty haunt you. But they are only clouds passing through the sky, hiding for a little time, the splendor of the Sun.

Midwives' experience of fathers is incidental but proficient, like a farmer's knowledge of bird migration or the behavior of clouds.

He looked down at Bosch through Ray-Bans, though it was well into dusk and a sky of burnt orange clouds was reflected in his mirrored lenses.

The mosquitoes were a formidable enemy, coming in thick clouds so dense as to be almost palpable, obscuring each man's vision of those near him. The insects buzzed and whined around them, clinging to every part of their bodies, getting into ears and nose and mouth.

I ate three before I even touched my tea. They were sweet and crumbly, and succulent with melting butter. She talked on merrily again, to me, to the dog – I wasn't sure which. I wasn't really listening. I was looking out of the window behind her. The sun was bursting through the clouds and lighting the hillside.

This morning the sun was shining, so Barry and I mailed my letter to Mr. Henshaw and then walked over to see if there were still any butterflies in the grove. We only saw three or four, so I guess most of them have gone north for the summer. Then we walked down to the little park at Lovers Point and sat on a rock watching sailboats on the bay for a while. When clouds began to blow in we walked back to my house.

You can get some sense of the immaterial quality of clouds by strolling through fog—which is, after all, nothing more than a cloud that lacks the will to fly.