clouds

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
4c65b01	Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.	aspiration assurance beauty clouds color conviction inspirational maturity sunset	Rabindranath Tagore
674d159	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.	beauty clouds grass idleness inspirational nature rest science sky summer time trees water	John Lubbock
18ca08a	"And when I fall in love," I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes."	clouds dreamers dreaming dreams fall-in-love feet firm grass grounded heads idealists ideals illusions love lover mountain purple realist reality sky worlds	V.C. Andrews
ca4ae77	"Look at those clouds," said Jamie, gazing up at the sky. "Look at them." "Yes," said Isabel. "They're very beautiful, aren't they? Clouds are very beautiful and yet so often we fail to appreciate them properly. We should do that. We should look at them and think about how lucky we are to have them." "Look at the shape of the clouds," she said. "What do you see in those beautiful clouds, Jamie?" "I see you," he said."	clouds isabel-dalhousie	Alexander McCall Smith
27261a3	No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.	clouds echoes electric forgotten long lost made once recapture sad sound summers sweet trapped truly wars	Ray Bradbury
11f4e68	They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.	clouds iowa july midwest skies storms weather west	Bill Bryson
f1f72d7	And then I realize: this isn't dirty water falling from the sky. It is--literally--blood. I look up, and a droplet of blood splashes directly into my eye. I curse, rubbing my face, trying to get the blood out, but it's everywhere, it's like trying to dry off in the middle of the ocean. Shielding my face as best I can, I stare up into the sky. I am in the center of a cyclone. Giant white clouds swirl like a spiraling galaxy above me, the eye a tiny dark speck. The storm rages, throwing out bloody rain like punches, the wind so vicious it tears my clothes and cuts my skin. Representative Belles's mind is swirling with dark thoughts--bloody thoughts--and they have created the biggest storm I have ever seen. I have to stop the cyclone. I have to get him into a peaceful reverie, something that he can hold on to while I root around his brain, looking for answers. I focus all of my concentration on stopping the bloody rain. The drops come slower and slower. I take a deep breath, imagining the clouds breaking up, spinning into fluffy bits of cotton-candy like clouds. I don't open my eyes until the sounds of beating rain disappear and I can feel the warmth of the Mediterranean sun on my face.	clouds cyclone mediterranean nightmare rain reverie sky stop storm sun	Beth Revis
e892291	She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.	clouds rain	Markus Zusak
5fdb4ae	Oh, Marx,' Amanda sighed. 'You're so melodramatic. So what if it's this way or that way? When I was in convent school I used to stare out the windows at the clouds. I used to chase butterflies in the Mother Superior's flower patch. Those clouds and those butterflies, they didn't know secular from religious--and they didn't care.' 'I'm neither a cloud nor a butterlfy,' I snapped. 'We're all the same as clouds and butterflies. We just pretend to be something different.	butterflies clouds humor tom-robbins	Tom Robbins
72752b3	But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.	clouds evening moonlight night nighttime sky	L.M. Montgomery

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

aspiration assurance beauty clouds color conviction inspirational maturity sunset

Rabindranath Tagore

674d159

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.

beauty clouds grass idleness inspirational nature rest science sky summer time trees water

John Lubbock

18ca08a

"And when I fall in love," I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes."

clouds dreamers dreaming dreams fall-in-love feet firm grass grounded heads idealists ideals illusions love lover mountain purple realist reality sky worlds

V.C. Andrews

ca4ae77

"Look at those clouds," said Jamie, gazing up at the sky. "Look at them." "Yes," said Isabel. "They're very beautiful, aren't they? Clouds are very beautiful and yet so often we fail to appreciate them properly. We should do that. We should look at them and think about how lucky we are to have them." "Look at the shape of the clouds," she said. "What do you see in those beautiful clouds, Jamie?" "I see you," he said."

clouds isabel-dalhousie

Alexander McCall Smith

27261a3

No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.

clouds echoes electric forgotten long lost made once recapture sad sound summers sweet trapped truly wars

Ray Bradbury

11f4e68

They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.

clouds iowa july midwest skies storms weather west

Bill Bryson

f1f72d7

And then I realize: this isn't dirty water falling from the sky. It is--literally--blood. I look up, and a droplet of blood splashes directly into my eye. I curse, rubbing my face, trying to get the blood out, but it's everywhere, it's like trying to dry off in the middle of the ocean. Shielding my face as best I can, I stare up into the sky. I am in the center of a cyclone. Giant white clouds swirl like a spiraling galaxy above me, the eye a tiny dark speck. The storm rages, throwing out bloody rain like punches, the wind so vicious it tears my clothes and cuts my skin. Representative Belles's mind is swirling with dark thoughts--bloody thoughts--and they have created the biggest storm I have ever seen. I have to stop the cyclone. I have to get him into a peaceful reverie, something that he can hold on to while I root around his brain, looking for answers. I focus all of my concentration on stopping the bloody rain. The drops come slower and slower. I take a deep breath, imagining the clouds breaking up, spinning into fluffy bits of cotton-candy like clouds. I don't open my eyes until the sounds of beating rain disappear and I can feel the warmth of the Mediterranean sun on my face.

clouds cyclone mediterranean nightmare rain reverie sky stop storm sun

Beth Revis

e892291

She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.

clouds rain

Markus Zusak

5fdb4ae

Oh, Marx,' Amanda sighed. 'You're so melodramatic. So what if it's this way or that way? When I was in convent school I used to stare out the windows at the clouds. I used to chase butterflies in the Mother Superior's flower patch. Those clouds and those butterflies, they didn't know secular from religious--and they didn't care.' 'I'm neither a cloud nor a butterlfy,' I snapped. 'We're all the same as clouds and butterflies. We just pretend to be something different.

butterflies clouds humor tom-robbins

Tom Robbins

72752b3

But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.

clouds evening moonlight night nighttime sky

L.M. Montgomery