In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.) — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands. — Delano Johnson Copy Share Image
He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Only let us love God, and then nature will compass us about like a cloud of Divine witnesses; and all influences from… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
Those who have a why to live for can bear almost any how. The necessary premise is that a person is somehow… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
No distinction is 'tween man and man, But as his virtues add to him a glory Or vices cloud him. — William Habington Copy Share Image
I suspect that here theists and atheists would agree: Human beings have within them the ability to choose evil or good. We… — Adam Hamilton Copy Share Image
There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and… — Kathe Kollwitz Copy Share Image
“...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever Where clouds roll by… — Diana Ross Copy Share Image
When the moon, after covering herself with darkness as in sorrow, at last throws off the garments of her widowhood, she does… — Augustus William Hare Copy Share Image
I remember as a child reading or hearing the words 'The Great Divide' and being stunned by the glorious sound, a proper… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood,… — David Moles Copy Share Image
Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We should all have personal hot air balloons and drift serenely through the clouds. — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
It should not be hard for you to stop sometimes and look into the stains of walls, or ashes of a fire,… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked. — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
The limit is the sky, and I live on cloud. And I recognize my nemesis gon try, to put a finish in… — Kendrick Lamar Copy Share Image
I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
God left the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon. He left the electricity still in the cloud, the oil… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The love of God is like himself – equal, constant, not capable of augmentation or diminution; our love is like ourselves –… — John Owen Copy Share Image
