Quotes About Clouds

From my small terrace I caught the moment when drapes of cloud dropped upon the ground. I had never seen such a thing and lamented I was without film for my camera. On the other hand I was able to experience the moment completely unburdened.

Enfim, junto ao mar, onde Deus está em toda parte, lentamente fui me acalmando. Continuei olhando o céu. As nuvens tinham as cores de um Rafael. Uma rosa ferida. Tive a sensação de que ele próprio tinha pintado a nuvem. Você o verá. Você o conhecerá. Você verá a mão dele. Essas palavras me vieram, e eu soube que um dia veria um céu pintado pela mão de Robert.

the English were probably on intimate terms with clouds,for if he had learned nothing else from Dickens,it was that the clouds in the sky over London came down for frequent visits among the people,and on a day such as this one it looked as if they had brought along their toothbrushes and were planning to spend the night.

Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

he calls out play death more sweetly Death is a master from Deutschland he calls scrape those fiddles more darkly then as smoke you'll rise in the air then you'll have a grave in the clouds there you'll lie at ease

I looked out my window. We were cruising above a plateau of shaving cream clouds. That bothered me; I didn't like not being able to see the ground. A missile could be racing up at us right now. I looked over at my two friends. They were talking excitedly about something, and that made me feel better. Friends are the key, I think. If you have good friends, you can get through anything, even Vietnam.

What are cumulus clouds?' Manxmouse asked. Everything was so new and different... and up here in the sky it was wonderfully quiet and exciting, peaceful and thrilling all at the same time.

What are cumulus clouds?' Manxmouse asked. Everything was so new and different... and up here in the sky it was wonderfully quiet and exciting, peaceful and thrilling all at the same time... They rose on a column of warm air. Manxmouse thought what a wonderful thing it must be to be a hawk and be able to live up here in the quiet of the sky.

Tracy had never been so conscious of the sky above the earth, the dangerous clouds that gathered there, the way humans lived beneath such grandeur and threat every moment of their lives.

We all possess the thunder of pure fury and the calm breeze of tranquility. If it wasn't for tomorrow, how much would we get done today? Whatever your purpose... embrace it completely. Get lost in the clouds every now and then so you never lose sight of God's wonder.

baobab. Away in the distance I could see the cloud-softened

Dense clouds have swallowed the moon and stars—the

Once she had found a box full of e-books and took one of them apart to see if there were some way it had stored books inside it, but there was nothing inside but things called components. A teacher explained that they didn't work anymore because the books that were supposed to appear on them had to be sent from a cloud that no longer existed. It didn't matter. There were so few clouds anyway in the blazing vacant sky.

She was no longer free? Yes! thank God, she was no longer free. But she was light, a nymph on clouds, a fish in water, lost in happiness.

The harvest moon hangs round and high It dodges clouds high in the sky, The stars wink down their love and mirth The Autumn season is giving birth. Oh, it must be October...

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose...

Love, hope, and self-esteem, like clouds depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart.

And, day and night, aloof, from the high towers and terraces, the Earth and Ocean seem to sleep in one another's arms, and dream of waves, flowers, clouds, woods, rocks, and all that we read in their smiles, and call reality.

Far, far below the chariot's path, Calm as a slumbering babe, Tremendous Ocean lay. The mirror of its stillness showed The pale and waning stars, The chariot's fiery track, And the gray light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn.

I could not choose but gaze; a fascination Dwelt in that moon, and sky, and clouds

Winter with its ink of showers and rain, with its pen of lightning and palm of clouds, wrote a letter of purple and blue across the beds of the garden. No artist in his cunning could measure his work beside it—and so, when earth longed for the sky it embroidered the spread of its furrows with stars.

God may have made the world for the last week of September. Celine had thought that about Vermont when she was a child, and she thought that now. They drove along the Yellowstone River in mobile sunshine that tugged cloud shadows over the ridges and into the canyon.

Whenever I form clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds,

You came near and stood at the base of the mountain, a mountain blazing with fire to the heavens, with black clouds and deep darkness.