Explore Quotes on Clouds

Wan February with weeping cheer,_x000D__x000D_Whose cold hand guides the youngling year_x000D__x000D_Down misty roads of mire and rime,_x000D__x000D_Before thy pale and fitful face_x000D__x000D_The shrill wind shifts the clouds apace_x000D__x000D_Through skies the morning scarce may climb._x000D__x000D_Thine eyes are thick with heavy tears,_x000D__x000D_But lit with hopes that light the year's.

Thinking cannot be clear until it has had expression-we must write, or speak, or act our thoughts, or they will remain in half torpid form. Our feelings must have expression, or they will be as clouds, which, till they descend in rain, will never bring up fruit or flowers. So it is with all the inward feelings; expression gives them development-thought is the blossom; language is the opening bud; action the fruit behind it.

Basic problem is that all models are wrong - not got enough middle and low level clouds.

This is an excellent martini — sort of tastes like it isn't there at all, just a cold cloud.

And the Truth turns out to be nothing less than the amazing but undeniable fact that the whole outer world -whether it be the physical body, the common things of life, the winds and the rain, the clouds, the earth itself -is amenable to man's thought, and that he had dominion over it when he knows it.

As you go out to the 2040s, now the bulk of our thinking is out in the cloud. The biological portion of our brain didn't go away but the nonbiological portion will be much more powerful. And it will be uploaded automatically the way we back up everything now that's digital.

The cloud services companies of all sizes; the cloud is for everyone. The cloud is a democracy.

The word 'potential' used to hang over me like a cloud.

A landscape, torn by mists and clouds, in which I can see ruins of old churches, as well as of Greek temples - that is Brahms.

Every kid coming out of Harvard, every kid coming out of school now thinks he can be the next Mark Zuckerberg, and with these new technologies like cloud computing, he actually has a shot.

It is the work of the Canadian artist to paint or play or write in such a way that life will be enlarged for himself and his fellow man. The painter will look around him . . . and finding everything good, will strive to communicate that feeling through a portrayal of the essentials of sunlight, or snow, or tree or tragic cloud, or human face, according to his power and individuality.

I have need of the sky, _x000D_ I have business with the grass; _x000D_ I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling _x000D_ Lone and high, _x000D_ And the slow clouds go by. _x000D_ I will get me away to the waters that glass _x000D_ The clouds as they pass. _x000D_ I will get me away to the woods.

You are the sky. The clouds are what happens, what comes and goes.

We were one of the first states to move most of our email into the cloud. That's gone really, really well; I think it's exceeded expectations. When we think about doing major information technology projects in this state, the default is cloud.

Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire.

Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching the flowers blowing in the breeze or the clouds floating by.

I finally found me a cloud to float on.

A day without a dark cloud. Almost a happy day. There were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days like that in his stretch. From the first clang of the rail to the last clang of the rail. Three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days. The three extra days were for leap years.

I am very annoyed about this issue. Why can’t it be a choice? Why is that any less legitimate? It seems we’re just ceding this point to bigots who are demanding it, and I don’t think that they should define the terms of the debate. I also feel like people think I was walking around in a cloud and didn’t realize I was gay, which I find really offensive. I find it offensive to me, but I also find it offensive to all the men I’ve been out with.

Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.

And what a prize we have to fight for: no less than the chance to banish from our land the dark divisive clouds of Marxist socialism.