Quotes About Clouds

Light is always more beautiful when it has to fight to be noticed, like sunlight fighting through the clouds after a rainstorm.

Marghe learned of linn cloud, the waterfall cloud in multilayers which brought very heavy rain; of n'gus, queen daggerhorn sky—stately and slow-moving like the beasts of the forest; of pilwe sky, soft, white undulating cloud that could hide the sun for a whole moon.

called the sun today but she was busy fucking behind the gray clouds I asked Ginney my good friend who makes things work to call But the sun wouldn't answer her either I opened a bottle of Champagne and the fruit flies surrounded the top Lord Lord Lord donald trump must be president

Eu, baiete, vad civilizatiile cum vede un poet norii de pe cer, care urca, cresc, se umfla de ploaie, de furtuni si de fulgere; apoi sufla un vanticel, norii isi schimba forma, se fugaresc, se disloca, luand foc la apusul soarelui, risipindu-se la suflarea vantului. Ai putea sa privesti astfel civilizatiile, oamenii, zeii? E foarte greu, dar incearca baiete, curaj!

An inconsolable longing describes that aching sense of waiting and dissatisfaction that regularly clouds our thoughts; that feeling that in the deepest depths of existence all we will find is a void.

I can't blame modern technology for my predilection for distraction, not after all the hours I've spent watching lost balloons disappear into the clouds. I did it before the Internet, and I'll do it after the apocalypse, assuming we still have helium and weak-gripped children.

She would want, instead, to recall him in the air, between layers of cloud. To give him back that ancient dignity.

Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a half.

Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.

Rumor, swiftest of all the evils in the world. She thrives on speed, stronger for every stride, slight with fear at first, soon soaring into the air she treads the ground and hides her head in the clouds.

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is "it"—it is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory, achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; with the moon up there and those mountain clouds.

The clouds, warm now, sun-spotted, sweep over the hills, leaving gold in the water, and gold on the necks of the swans.

Una noche vi una estrella corriendo entre las nubes, y le dije: ''Consúmeme''.

Las nubes [...] se movían libremente, como si estuvieran destinadas a ir de oeste a este en una misión de la mayor importancia que jamás sería revelada.

In those mirrors, the minds of men, in those pools of uneasy water, in which clouds for ever turn and shadows form, dreams persisted.

With dispassionate despair, with entire disillusionment, I surveyed the dust dance; my life, my friends' lives, and those fabulous presences, men with brooms, women writing, the willow tree by the river — clouds and phantoms made of dust too, of dust that changed, as clouds lose and gain and take gold or red and lose their summits and billow this way and that, mutable, vain.

Your silence was effortless and windless, like the silence of clouds or plants. All silence is the recognition of a mystery. There was much about you that seemed mysterious. A

And let me not leave out the moon—for surely there must be a moon, the full, incredibly clear disc that goes so well with Russian lusty frosts. So there it comes, steering out of a flock of small dappled clouds, which it tinges with a vague iridescence; and, as it sails higher, it glazes the runner tracks left on the road, where every sparkling lump of snow is emphasized by a swollen shadow.

Dream Dust Gather out of star-dust Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust Not for sale.

But tornadoes form deep inside the clouds, hidden from satellites and radar. We don't know a tornado is coming until someone actually sees it with their own eyes.

The poet is like the prince of the cloudsWho haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,His giant wings prevent him from walking.

The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

The twentieth century has built up a powerful set of intellectual shortcuts and devices that help us defend ourselves against moments when clouds suddenly appear to think.