Quotes on Sky And Clouds

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.

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.

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. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

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.

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.

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.

A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition.

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.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

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.

You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.