Quotes About Clouds

Ah, Hope what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.

Well, I'm no alchemist," Lazlo said, affable. "You know me, Strange the dreamer, head in the clouds." He paused and added with a grin, "Miracles for breakfast.

He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant. His nose was broken by a falling volume of fairy tales his first day on the job, and that, they said, told you everything you needed to know about strange Lazlo Strange: head in the clouds,

What a wonderful day it was to get into the outdoors. The sky above the tree branches was blue, dappled by fast-running clouds shifting the autumn sunlight between sharp spangles of yellow light and an amber haze.

I guess love first requires empty arms with a sun between them before clouds start to fill spaces.

Meat broth? In heaven there were supposed to be angel wings, glorious songs of praise, streets lined in gold, and fluffy pink clouds.

The grass and the rivers and the stones and women and horses and more Stars and men and clouds and birds and trees came dancing through the afterbirth of the Mare,

It was bitter cold, for the snow clouds had blown away, and the stars seemed mirrored in the icy glitter of the white-crusted fields.

This is what I write to her: The clouds tonight embossed the sky.

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks ariseAround; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviorOf silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-wavierMeal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?

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.

TEMPORALE Un bubbolìo lontano... Rosseggia l'orizzonte, come affocato, a mare: nero di pece, a monte, stracci di nubi chiare: tra il nero un casolare: un'ala di gabbiano.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

I always assumed everybody shared my love for overcast skies. It came as a shock to find out that some people prefer sunshine.

If you had swum across the furthest ocean And seen the vastness of infinity Though dread of death might seize you, you'd still see The rolling waves in never-ceasing motion You'd still see something: Schools of dolphins swimming Across the green and placid waters, skimming The clouds, the sun and the moon, stars overhead - You will see nothing in that void all round You will not hear your footsteps where you tread Beneath your feet, you'll feel no solid ground

This, by the ministries of prayer, The loneliest life with blessings crowds, Can consecrate each petty care, Make angels' ladders out of clouds.

He'd lie in fields, And through his fingers watch the changing clouds, Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.

Clouds: Clusters of fluted sea-shells, Coral fringed, pearl centered; The glory of the setting sun caught in their fragile rims. Above clear-cut cliffs of alabaster whiteness Is the pale globe of the full moon; The changing clouds are bits of silvered fluff Adrift in a sea of intense blue.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

Massive rolling waves of white-gray clouds chase the warm afternoon across a deep blue sky.

Have you ever seen anything more beautiful... than huge wandering clouds marbled in every subtle shade of gray bordered with light and hope shifting and swirling every moment in a slow dance with the winds?

The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky — seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

...the music of pure white clouds fills the sky with sun-lined notes drifting into beauty so vast the blue never ends...

Swift-piling winter clouds blotted out the sun.