There's something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can't see everything. — Kamenashi Kazuya Copy Share Image
Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
It was a beautiful, harmonious, peaceful-looking planet, blue with white clouds, and one that gave you a deep sense of home, of… — Edgar Mitchell Copy Share Image
Wind is the loving Wooer of waters; Wind blends together Billows all-foaming. Spirit of man, Thou art like unto water! Fortune of… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The darkness is not so dense as it was; there are faint streaks on the horizon's verge; mist is in the valleys,… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
The purpose of writing is both to keep up with life and to run ahead of it. I am little comfort to… — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
It is not a case of our people...wanting either separation or integration. The use of these words actually clouds the real picture.… — Malcolm X Copy Share Image
Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun,… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
O that our souls could scale a height like this, A mighty mountain swept o'er by the bleak Keen winds of heaven;… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
“But mostly, finally, ultimately, I'm here for the weather. As a result of the weather, ours is a landscape in a minor… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth… — Anne Sullivan Macy Copy Share Image
Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops — Jay Electronica Copy Share Image
I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds! — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The slightest living thing answers a deeper need than all the works of man because it is transitory. It has an evanescence… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness. — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
I love thongs. The day they were invented, sunshine broke through the clouds. — Sandra Bullock Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the clouds weren't weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn't mean it wasn't… — Samantha Young Copy Share Image
What do you want with these special Jewish pains? I feel as close to the wretched victims of the rubber plantations in… — Rosa Luxemburg Copy Share Image
We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
There is a silver lining to every cloud and there's some awesome songs that have come from some really like bad experiences,… — Joss Stone Copy Share Image
What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
