Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting Wild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along, Oft ends the day of your shifting… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
Genius detects through the fly, through the caterpillar, through the grub, through the egg, the constant individual; through countless individuals the fixed… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
In the dead world of the Western mind all that is seen are shades of gray. There's a cloud over every experience.… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
I read this book when I was young. It's about a black girl growing up in Heaven, Ohio. The cover has a… — Jamila Woods Copy Share Image
Reach for the sky Keep your eye on the prize Forever in my mind Be my golden sunshine It's raining in your… — Matisyahu Copy Share Image
We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
The solitary side of our nature demands leisure for reflection upon subjects on which the dash and whirl of daily business, so… — James Anthony Froude Copy Share Image
“Complains are like the clouds that give no rain no matter how thick they gather.” — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
I like rust on a nail, fog on a mountain. Clouds hide stars, rooms have doors, eyes close, and the same words… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
Western Christians have imagined that, at the end of the day, God is going to throw the present space-time universe into a… — N. T. Wright Copy Share Image
It hurts to look at the clouds, but it also helps, like most things that cause pain. — Matthew Quick Copy Share Image
“Sheep used to have wings. One flew into the sky and all the others followed. They took their wings off while feeding… — Richard Adams Copy Share Image
So I am praying while not knowing how to pray. I am resting while feeling restless, at peace while tempted, safe while… — Henri Nouwen Copy Share Image
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Surely nothing is more reproachful to a being endowed with reason, than to resign its powers to the influence of the air,… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it out. The tortured trees by the… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
Our brains are wired to interpret shapes as faces and bodies. That's why people see the Virgin Mary in the clouds or… — Seth Shostak Copy Share Image
Rough wind, the moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As the days go on toward July, the earth becomes dry and all the flowers begin to thirst for moisture. Then from… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
