when I see you, I see mystery – a pale moon’s beauty behind a veil of cloud
When the heart is broken or wounded, the cloud of tears is torn as well
There is no cloud above my head – there is not even a mist.
It’s a shiny tin can of a day, bright but gray. Welcome to one of Florida’s two overcast days per year. A Florida winter can last a brutally long 48 hours, and in that time the state’s residents don’t know how to cope. Probably there are more suicides on these two days in Florida than...
Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the...
Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..
Human beings say, “It never rains but it pours.” This is not very apt, for it frequently does rain without pouring. The rabbits’ proverb is better expressed. They say, “One cloud feels lonely”: and indeed it is true that the sky will soon be overcast.
Future is one of the wildest experiences that you will ever have.
Why are doors more difficult to openas if some sadness were leaning against them?Why do windows darken and trees bendwhen there is no wind? You call that occasionalroar the roar of a plane and I imaginea time when I might have believed that. But now the darkness has been going onfor too long, and I...
I love the quietude of misty dawn before the sober sun is up… The morning songs of birds awakening in blooming garden sets my soul gently… Aroma flowers with glistering of the dew… Deep full chest breath… Shy sunbeams flickering over the tops of wisdom whispering choir of waving trees… Serenity of mind… The crystal...
I want to write a book like a cloud that changes as it goes.
Combat” McCloud. Fear my thunder! Love my chicken tenders.
Heads of France lead from a palace, and traditionally they retire to a cloud.
If I had to live my life over, I’d live it over seas, like a cloud.
What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.But the...
Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.
Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I’m not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.
The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs – Font la mer noire)
Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse — came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra