Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion... this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.
O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under;
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides and shrugs; an optimist doesn't see the clouds at all - he's walking on them.
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
when we look up, it widens our horizons. we see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race.
The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!
I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.