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. ~Julia Gregson
The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary. ~Alfred Kreymborg
From out yon nimbus cloud, the mighty sun
Sweeps o'er the raptured woods his golden beams,
And wakens in my soul such dulcet chords
As harp or breathing organ never swelled.
~James Rigg, "The Poet's Ramble in October," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. ~Henry David Thoreau
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. ~Richard Bach
Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more! ~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography, translated from German by Charles T. Brooks, 1865
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~Rabindranath Tagore
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. ~e.e. cummings
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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. ~Mark Twain, "Roughing It"
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.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. ~G.K. Chesterton
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –
~Emily Dickinson, c.1879
When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth. ~Henry David Thoreau
The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation... such is the nature of art. ~Jeb Dickerson, jebdickerson.com
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. ~Author unknown, commonly attributed to Martin Luther
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. ~Edward Abbey
Though outwardly a gloomy shroud,
The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining:
I therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining.
~Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler
We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon. ~Konrad Adenauer
A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden. ~Terri Guillemets, "Porch swing thoughts," 2006
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars. ~Henry Van Dyke
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. ~Leonard Louis Levinson
Metaphor for the night sky: A trillion asterisks and no explanations. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand. ~Frederick L. Knowles
A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition. ~William Arthur Ward
We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness. ~Author Unknown
The clouds, — the only birds that never sleep. ~Victor Hugo
The latest authority among men of science says that little is known of the causes which balance the clouds in the air. They are formed of water, and water, however minutely divided or blown into bubbles, is always heavier than the air. And yet these flying fountains of all the rivers of earth, these armed and thundering legions of the storm, that beat down the forests with hail and bury the mountains in snow, and flood the plains with water, go floating over us at vast heights with all their mighty magazines when all our philosophy would require them to sink to the earth. ~Daniel March, "The Balancings of the Clouds," Our Father's House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869
[S]uch vast quantities of water... held suspended in the air in clouds so light, fragile, and evanescent.... How is the water-dust suspended in the atmosphere?... Sometimes we see a dense heavy mist lying so thickly over the fields that it seems as if nothing could dissipate it, yet it is so thin and frail that the sun rapidly melts it away. At other times we look on colossal mountains of cloud, and see the sunlight beating on them all day long; yet they resist him victoriously, and shine in more wonderful splendour when he sinks below the horizon, and then they mysteriously steal away, and bright stars shine serenely where they stood. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks. ~Francois Rabelais
I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
Were I a cloud I'd gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly well know whither,
And rest I well know where.
~Robert Seymour Bridges
Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. ~Diane Ackerman
Only from the heart can you touch the sky. ~Rumi
It's wonderful to climb the liquid mountains of the sky. Behind me and before me is God and I have no fears. ~Helen Keller
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time. ~John Lubbock, "Recreation," The Use of Life, 1894
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.
~Thomas Love Peacock
It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us. ~John Ruskin
Meditate. Live purely. Be quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine. ~Buddha
[I]n our own country there is no season when the beauty of cloud-land does not reveal itself. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 [The country referred to is England. —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
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....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"
When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky. ~Buddha
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
I never get tired of the blue sky. ~Vincent van Gogh
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out... ~Dave Matthews, "Dancing Nancies"
Those clouds are angels' robes. ~Charles Kingsley
The night sky is a miracle of infinitude. ~Terri Guillemets, "Temere Sætninger: ix," 2006
We'd never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky. ~Emily Dickinson
Even on cloudy days the sun waits to break through. ~Daniel, @blindedpoet
But here by the mill the castled clouds
Mocked themselves in the dizzy water...
~Edgar Lee Masters
No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky. ~Llewelyn Powys
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. ~Edna St Vincent Millay
No doubt the phenomena of cloud formation is designed primarily to water the earth; to gather together the moisture from the salt sea, and from dark, unwholesome fens; to purify them by the mysterious alchemy of the sky; to carry them onward by sweeping storm or by gentle zephyr, and let them descend gently in the mist, or steadily in the rain, which will waken sleeping seeds, and revive drooping vegetation; but all this might have been effected if now and then an ominous black cloud had blotted out the sun from our sight and poured down a deluge till it had spent itself, and then had left the sky glaringly bright and blue till the process required to be repeated. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
The sky was clear — remarkably clear — and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse. ~Thomas Hardy
How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
~George Croly, Diana
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man. ~John Ruskin
Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under! ~C. JoyBell C.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills...
[H]ardly a day passes but we may see in the sky above us that God is producing scenes of perfect beauty, or of glorious majesty, which so far as we know are only produced for the sake of giving us pleasure. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon. ~Willa Sibert Cather
Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Progress of Culture"
High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels... ~Heinrich Heine, "Ideas: Book Le Grand," 1826, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, Pictures of Travel, 1855
Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity. ~Joseph Addison
Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
The sky and the strong wind have moved the spirit inside me till I am carried away trembling with joy. ~Uvavnuk
[T]he wind beats against the wood and the glass and sends its fleshless pucker against the eaves and sooner or later you have to put down what you were doing and go out and see. And you can stand on your stoop or in your dooryard at midafternoon and watch the cloud shadows rush across Griffen's pasture and up Schoolyard Hill, light and dark, light and dark, like the shutters of the gods being opened and closed. ~Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
When a calm, clear evening follows a warm day we see the mist gathering in the valleys, creeping stealthily and silently up the hillsides, and rising into the air in long, low, horizontal streaks which are made beautiful by the silent, silvery light of moon and stars. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
The vast space above us—so near, and yet in many respects so far beyond our reach, so familiar, and yet so strange.... the moving shapes and shifting hues of that vault which is like the floor of heaven trodden by angels... which, in indifference to its glory and beauty, we so frequently forget to look at, except with a careless reference to the state of the weather? ~Sarah Tytler, Footprints: Nature Seen on its Human Side, 1881 [Tytler was the pen name for Henrietta Keddie (1827–1914). —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown
With coloured clouds — large, light, and fugitive...
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
I get so excited over sunsets and rainbows etc, when you see them it's like you can shut out the real world and envelop yourself in a beauty that almost makes it feel like fantasy. ~Mrs. Ron Harris
[R]osy clouds were spread like flowers in the sun's pathway... the singing world of the air hung exulting in the hues of morning and the heavenly blue; sparks of clouds darted up from gold bars along the horizon; at last the flames of the sun streamed in over the earth. ~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography, translated from German by Charles T. Brooks, 1865
A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
In the morning we sometimes notice the scattered specks and flakes gathering together, growing and spreading into the magnificent cumulus, stacked up in gigantic heaps—Pelion piled on Ossa—till the afternoon sun glorifies a range of sky-mountains, beside whose stupendous height earth's loftiest range is dwarfed, and whose summits are white as no fuller on earth can white them. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
Clouds are like boogers hanging on the nostrils of the moon. ~Robin Williams
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....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul. ~Victor Hugo
When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the earth's refreshed by frequent showers. ~Old Saying
I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one.
~John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
The stars, which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields of heaven. ~Philip James Bailey
Look up! What is that apparition of dazzling brightness rising softly upon the blue sky from behind those tall and massive elms? If you saw it for the first time in your life, you would say it must be some celestial visitant. Is it light itself from heaven taking shape, and just softened and subdued to the endurance of a mortal vision? It is nothing but a cloud!—mere vapour that the unseen wind moves and moulds, and that the sun shines on for a little time. ~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862
And now it has risen above the massive and lofty tree, and throws its pleasant shadow down upon the earth—pleasant shadow that paces along the meadows, leaving behind a greater brilliancy on tree, and grass, and hedge, and flower than what, for a moment, it had eclipsed. ~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862
Thank God, all you who have a spark of rational piety in your hearts, for the glorious commonplace of earth and sky,—for this cloud-embosomed planet in which you pass your lives. ~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862
Oh! "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
God has written the transitoriness of all earthly things upon the clouds, that every eye may see it. He has given them beauty and made them a blessing, that they may the better represent things which charm for a time and disappoint in the end. When you are tempted to set your heart on earthly things, look up to the changing clouds and see how soon your possessions will pass away. God has clothed the clouds of the morning and the evening with evanescent beauty, that he may awaken in our hearts a longing for the land where the glory of his presence shall be an everlasting light. ~Daniel March, "The Balancings of the Clouds," Our Father's House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869
Now if God made the clouds so beautiful, did He not mean us to gaze upon them and be thankful for them?... Did He not wish to remind us that there is something heavenly above us, beyond the reach of our present sordid lives...? ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
Why do I love clouds? Because you can't save a cloud like you can save a leaf or a flower or a rock — clouds are now! ~Terri Guillemets, "Ever-changing sky, ever-changing life," 2009
Ye glorious pageants! hung in air
To greet our raptur'd view;
What in creation can compare,
For loveliness, with you?
~Bernard Barton, "To the Clouds" (stanza I), Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822
I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky. ~Oscar Wilde
The morning drips her dew for me,
Noon spreads an opal canopy.
Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest
Where sunset ambers all the west...
~Robert Loveman (1864–1923)
The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky.... ~Joseph Conrad
The moving moon went up the sky,
And nowhere did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. ~Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers
...And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas. ~Thomas Bailey Aldrich, "Miracles"
And see, a port-hole in the clouds, the blue revealing,
A sun-beam, like a maiden, coyly forth is stealing...
~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "Sun and Shade"
Through sky half golden and half blue,
With white-rose cloudlets rippling through...
~W.T., "Honeymoon Cottage," Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Arts, 1862 June 28th
They are fair resting-places for the dear weary dead on their way up to heaven. ~Joaquin Miller (clouds)
[W]hen the weather is steady and fair, we see in a far higher region the lovely cirrus cloud; light and waving as locks of hair, or tiny feathers of exquisite hue, the first to catch the splendour of the coming sun, the last to lose the glories of his light... ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
Sunbeams joy-pierce clouds. ~Terri Guillemets, "Rays of happiness," 2011
It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. ~Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII
It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe. ~Victor Hugo
The Dusk is dark and glorious
A star upon her brow;
With sunset blushes in her cheeks,
She beckons now.
~Robert Loveman, c.1901
Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid. ~Jules Feiffer
When through the eastern gates of heaven
The sun's first glories shine;
Or when his softest beams are given
To gild the day's decline;
All glorious as that orb appears,
His radiance still would lose
Each gentle charm, that most endears,
Without your soft'ning hues.
~Bernard Barton, "To the Clouds" (stanzas X and XI), Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822
When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator. ~Mahatma Gandhi
Foggy heavy-gray teary-eyed low-hanging
snow-stuffed melancholy winter clouds!
Impulsive wayward turbulent thick-swift-dark
tempestuous hail-angered storm clouds!
Sprinkling lighthearted fanciful breeze-drifted
rainbow-nestled April-hued springtime clouds!
Enormous white-fluffy fairydust-fringed
frolicsome sun-illumed giggling summer clouds!
Thunderous passionate restless rain-soaked
lightning-streaked July-dyed monsoon clouds!
Azure-skylit sunglow-slanted edge-gleaming
white-silver billowy contemplative autumn clouds!
Vivid vibrant blissful dawn-lit joy-beamed
daybreak-florid sunrise-tinted morning clouds!
Aimless airy midday-lazy wandering listless
mountaintop-floating leisurely afternoon clouds!
Amber-ablaze day's-end-pink amethyst ephemeral
evening-welcoming smoky-embered sunset clouds!
Lambent star-flanked luminous moon-haloed
glowing shadow-painted skygazers' night clouds!
Peaceful bee-buzzing bird-chirping cloudless
clear-bright-blue days of warm-serene sunshine!
~Terri Guillemets, "Sky-happy," 2007
In their wretched abodes they may dwell the whole year through, ay, sometimes their whole lives through.... Those who thus live and die never have a vision of golden harvests and lovely gardens and verdant fields and lanes crowded with ferns and mosses and vocal with the songs of birds. Hardly a single flower gladdens their sight; but even they may wistfully gaze up to the clouds which sweep over the sky, and may learn to hope and believe that there is something untainted by defilement, and for evermore beyond the reach of this world's misery and sin. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
God's cloud-scenes are for everybody everywhere. Some people can never afford to travel; the grandeur of the Alps, the loveliness of the lakes, are only imaginative dreams for them; and even those who visit such fair scenes merely get a hurried glimpse, and then they are back again amidst the turmoil of human life; but the sky is always overhead, and everywhere to be seen... ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise. ~Henry David Thoreau
Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky. ~Anaïs Nin
[S]he... paced the staircase-gallery outside, looked out of the window on the night, listened to the wind blowing and the rain falling, sat down and watched the faces in the fire, got up and watched the moon flying like a storm-driven ship through the sea of clouds. ~Charles Dickens, Dombey and Son
A man’s heart changes as often as does the autumn sky. ~Japanese Proverb
For thou art glorious! when, from thy pavilion
Thou lookest forth at morning; flinging wide
Its curtain-clouds of purple and vermillion,
Dispensing light and life on every side;
Brightening the mountain cataract, dimly spied
Through glittering mist, opening each dew-gemm'd flower,
Or touching, in some hamlet, far descried,
Its spiral wreaths of smoke that upward tower,
While birds their matins sing from many a leafy bower.
~Bernard Barton, "To The Sun" (stanza VII), c.1821
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
~William Blake (1757-1827), "To The Evening Star"
I'll bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cavemen, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky." Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh. ~Jack Handey
Without a wish, without a will,
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky.
It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel — of flying clouds tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way and were frightened. ~Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
In the sky
an infinitude of hope,
a canvas of glory—
all possibilities mine.
~Terri Guillemets, "Temere Sætninger: cxii," 2006
We live under clouds, which sometimes close and make us gloomy, and sometimes open to give a glimpse of the glory beyond. It is vain to be impatient and angry with this; resentment will never scatter the mist or disperse a cloud, whether it be in the world revealed by the sense, or by the spirit. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
They never stand still—
but they're not
in a hurry either.
~Terri Guillemets, "A lesson from clouds," 1993
In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.) ~Edward Abbey
Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull? ~Aristophanes
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? By th' mass and 'tis, like a camel indeed. Methinks it is like a weasel. It is backed like a weasel. Or like a whale. Very like a whale. ~William Shakespeare
The sea gulls float, so gracefully,
As they fly—now low, now high—
And rich colors of the sunsets
Brighten all the western sky.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "The Picture I See from my Window" (1940s)
Gray skies are just clouds passing over. ~Author Unknown
Or those war-clouds that gather on the horizon, dragon-crested, tongued with fire;—how is their barbed strength bridled? what bits are these they are champing with their vaporous lips... ~John Ruskin, "The Cloud-Balancings"
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Those playful fancies of the mighty sky. ~Albert Smith (clouds)
To fly up to the sky and watch the earth is beautiful; to fly down to the earth and watch the sky is even more beautiful! ~Mehmet Murat ildan
Sun gladdens warmth
Snow happies cold
Rain joys wet
Wind elates air
Moon calms night
Clouds giddy the sky.
~Terri Guillemets, "Nature's busy-doing," 2009
A light divided the swollen clouds
And lay most perfectly
Like a straight narrow footbridge bright
That crossed over the sea to me...
~Edward Thomas (1878-1917), "An Old Song II"
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire. ~Pamela Hansford Johnson
No one sees what is before his feet: they scan the tracks of heaven. ~Marcus Tullius Cicero
I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. ~Julia Lee-Booker, letter to Pat McSwiney, 1940 July 24
Ye clouds, that are the ornament of heaven,
Who give to it its gayest shadowings
And its most awful glories; ye who roll
In the dark tempest, or at dewy evening
Bow low in tenderest beauty; — ye are to us
A volume full of wisdom.
~James Gates Percival
Clouds are among the most striking appearances in the natural world. Whether heralding the dawn with beacons of flame and banners of gold, or escorting the sun's descending car with armies of light and sapphire thrones; whether clothing the mountains with garments of beauty, or enriching the landscape with flying shadows; whether shading the weary from the noonday heat, refreshing the field and the garden with gentle showers, or shaking the earth with mighty thunders; whether moving in silent and solitary grandeur along the blue deep of the sky, or covering the whole heavens with black and jagged masses, torn by the tempest and hurled onward like charging hosts in the shock of battle,—glorious in the morning, grateful at noonday, prophetic of the dawn at evening, clouds lend a charm to every landscape, a diversity to every season and a lesson to every thoughtful mind. No earthly scene could attract us long if deprived of light and shade from the changing clouds, and with our present feelings we should find it hard to be satisfied with heaven itself if it be one unvaried, cloudless noon. ~Daniel March, "The Balancings of the Clouds," Our Father's House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869
We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds. ~Anton Chekhov
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun;
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;...
Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow;
Even in its very motion there was rest...
Softly drops the crimson sun:
Softly down from overhead,
Drop the bell-notes, one by one,
Melting in the melting red....
~Susan Coolidge, "Angelus"
Louder and louder the deep thunder rolled, as through the myriad halls of some vast temple in the sky; fiercer and brighter came the lightning; more and more heavily the rain poured down. The eye, partaking of the quickness of the flashing light, saw in its every gleam a multitude of objects which it could not see at steady noon in fifty times that period.... in a trembling, vivid, flickering instant, everything was clear and plain: then came a flash of red into the yellow light; a change to blue; a brightness so intense that there was nothing else but light; and then the deepest and profoundest darkness. ~Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams. ~Hosea Ballou
Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the while I am being carried across the sky by beautiful clouds. ~Ojibwe Proverb
The cloudlets are lazily sailing
O'er the blue Atlantic sea;
And mid the twilight there hovers
A shadowy figure o'er me...
~Heinrich Heine, translated from German into the original metre by Edgar Alfred Bowring
Sweet May lies fresh before us,
To life the young flowers leap,
And through the Heaven's blue o'er us
The rosy cloudlets sweep.
~Heinrich Heine, "A New Spring," translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland
God is now serving scoops of orange and raspberry sherbet on the horizon. What a beautiful sunrise! ~Terri Guillemets, "Sweet dawn," 2010 [Okay, so maybe it was more like grapefruit-colored than raspberry, but that's not really as poetic or as tasty, now is it‽ —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
And rather than forego the thought,
The feeling, ye supply,
As silently ye sail athwart
The blue, o'er-arching sky—
Be mine the faith the Indian finds,
Whom nature's night enshrouds,
Who yet can hear a God in winds,
And see Him in the clouds!
~Bernard Barton, "To the Clouds" (stanzas XXX and XXXI), Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822
...the evening sky's pinklit hue.... ~Terri Guillemets, "May-love sunset," 2008
One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will. ~Rachel Carson
Nor the feathery curtains
Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch...
~Percy Bysshe Shelley (clouds)
Clouds are the sky's imagination. ~Terri Guillemets, "Imagine the Sky," 2003
We have seen that when the earth had to be prepared for the habitation of man, a veil, as it were, of intermediate being was spread between him and its darkness, in which were joined, in a subdued measure, the stability and insensibility of the earth.... Between the earth and man arose the leaf. Between the heaven and man came the cloud. His life being partly as the falling leaf, and partly as the flying vapour. ~John Ruskin, "The Cloud-Balancings"
That rises upward always higher,
And onward drags a laboring breast,
And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
The moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the moon that pulls the tides, and the moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. When we describe the moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness. ~D.H. Lawrence
We often praise the evening clouds,
And tints so gay and bold,
But seldom think upon our God,
Who tinged these clouds with gold.
The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate. ~Christopher Fry
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore,
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current. ~Willa Sibert Cather
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station. ~William Gibson
It had been gradually getting overcast, and now the sky was dark and lowering, save where the glory of the departing sun piled up masses of gold and burning fire, decaying embers of which gleamed here and there through the black veil, and shone redly down upon the earth. The wind began to moan in hollow murmurs, as the sun went down, carrying glad day elsewhere; and a train of dull clouds coming up against it, menaced thunder and lightning. Large drops of rain soon began to fall, and, as the storm-clouds came sailing onward, others supplied the void they left behind and spread over all the sky. Then was heard the low rumbling of distant thunder, then the lightning quivered, and then the darkness of an hour seemed to have gathered in an instant. ~Charles Dickens, Old Curiosity Shop
...gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe... ~Terri Guillemets, "Out the Upper Window," 2009
God is the Sun and when His rays fall upon your heart, not impeded by the clouds of egoism, the lotus blooms and the petals unfold. ~Sathya Sai Baba
Afflictive emotions — our jealousy, anger, hatred, fear — can be put to an end. When you realize that these emotions are only temporary, that they always pass on like clouds in the sky, you also realize they can ultimately be abandoned. ~Tenzin Gyatso