Quotes About Clouds

Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky, Before the sun came out. You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know How glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either, But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

Measure not God's love and favour by your own feeling. The sun shines as clearly in the darkest day as it does in the brightest. The difference is not in the sun, but in some clouds which hinder the manifestation of the light thereof.

Mom! It was so awesome," Maggy enthused. "Me and Roo had our own hurricane party. The seagulls were, like, flying backward. And the clouds are so thick, you can't even see Big Belle.

Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.

The past remains hidden in clouds of memory.

Pausing between clouds the moon rests in the eyes of its beholders

I felt deeply in my heart both the sorrow of one that goes and the grief of one that remains, just as a solitary bird separated from his flock in dark clouds, and wrote in answer: From this day forth, alas, The dew-drops shall wash away The letters on my hat Saying 'A party of two'.

Clouds – a chance to dodge moon-viewing.

Clouds come from time to time - and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.

But it only takes a doubt. A drop of ink falls into a clear glass of water and clouds the whole thing.

Meaning is like spots of light surrounded by rugged clouds of night, glowing islands.

God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us — in the dreariest and most dreaded moments — can see a possibility of hope.

Ve? dugo se u meni miješa vrijeme i prostor, pa ne znam gdje sam, ni kad se to desilo što mislim. Ne postoje granice, kao u pustinji, kao na nebu, i sje?anja mirno prelaze, smještaju?i se ondje gdje im je zgodnije. Li?e na oblake, svejedno im je gdje su, svejedno im je kad nastanu i kad nestanu. To mi ne smeta, ?ak je ugodno: ne osje?am potrebu da išta razrješavam.

Where's the sun?" he asked me once. "Behind the clouds." "Is it always there? Even when it's cloudy?" "Always." "Could we see it if we climbed to the top of that poplar?" "No." "And if we were on a minaret?" "No. The clouds are above the minaret." "And if a hole was made in the clouds?" Indeed, why don't people make holes in clouds for boys who love the sun?

Realise well, proud little man that even the highest clouds don't shine! For above all things there lie brightest stars.

There is no rain beyond the clouds; there is no humanity beyond the compassion!

Mine is the tongue tied silence of awkwardness, hers the smiling silence of anticipation, and then we utter inanities to each other, like "beautiful weather arranged for us" and "I like these kind of clouds.

Invariably pure and austere, poets mostly starve to death embracing empty mountains, and when white clouds have no master, they just drift off, idle thoughts carefree.

It was raining outside. The little drops fell on the rooftops, on the streets … maybe also on the mountains….drops of water hung from clotheslines and played tag and sometimes one of them would fall and before it fell it would S T R E T C H and S T R E T C H because you could see it was hard for it to let go. It had been raining for a week…and the clouds were so swollen they were right on the roof tops.

To their west a jungle of clouds has swallowed the sun before it dips below the horizon. It's like watching a flame burn through a soggy piece of newspaper.

I am the bird in flight And the sky it seeks, I am the sun at dawn Rising over the peaks. I am the voice you hear When the clouds turns gray, And the hand you hold When you've lost your way. And though you forget me From time to time, Even now I am with you… As you read this rhyme.

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.

The sundisk, covered, shines not for people to see, One cannot live when clouds conceal.

A sudden cloud formation of birds was swallowed up by the moon, and he was just as suddenly penned in by four walls—the demons' pen.