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.	color beauty inspirational assurance clouds aspiration maturity conviction 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.	time nature beauty science inspirational clouds grass rest idleness trees sky water summer	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."	lover reality dreams love heads grounded clouds realist dreamers grass firm fall-in-love ideals purple illusions mountain worlds idealists sky dreaming feet	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."	isabel-dalhousie clouds	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.	echoes made recapture summers truly clouds once sound electric wars long forgotten sweet trapped sad lost	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.	midwest clouds july skies storms west iowa weather	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.	rain cyclone mediterranean reverie clouds stop sky sun storm nightmare	Beth Revis
e892291	She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.	rain clouds	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.	humor tom-robbins clouds butterflies	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 nighttime sky evening night moonlight	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.

color beauty inspirational assurance clouds aspiration maturity conviction 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.

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

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."

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

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."

isabel-dalhousie clouds

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.

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

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.

midwest clouds july skies storms west iowa weather

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.

rain cyclone mediterranean reverie clouds stop sky sun storm nightmare

Beth Revis

e892291

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

rain clouds

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.

humor tom-robbins clouds butterflies

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 nighttime sky evening night moonlight

L.M. Montgomery