Clouds suit my mood just fine.

I mop my floor with a wet cloud. My love tissues are full of eye rain. Dinner will be served at breakfast.

I love white clouds and blue sky.

The passing clouds outside the window form the perfect backdrop for wavering frames I see moving inside my mind.

Thirty-nine years of my life had passed before I understood that clouds were not my enemy; that they were beautiful, and that I needed them. I suppose this, for me, marked the beginning of wisdom....

Chcę czerwień zerwać z kwiatów polnych,Czerwienią nocy spalić krew,Jak piersi nieba chcę być wolny,W chmury się wbić w koronach drzew.

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the...

Rising Sun jostles hard to evaporate doom filled clouds;hovering ancient land.

No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness

The sky and the sun are always there. It’s the clouds that come and go.

I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with...

If only i could get that under control then i feel like i could stay here a long time, watching the days leaking into the nights, swilling over the buildings, bleeding back again. I could...

Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?

My car rides smooth like I’m driving a cloud. If I park it at your house, I may get rainwater on your living room carpet.

There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.

And when I fall in love,” I began, “I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while...

At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.

Clouds are high flying Fog

After midday, the rain eased, and the Land Rover rode into Pokhara on a shaft of storm light. Next day there was humid sun and shifting southern skies, but to the north a deep tumult...

Yesterday I inhaled a cloud, and immediately my eyes started raining.

Be like a star and shine, whether people care or do not care; the clouds are temporary, but your beauty is permanent.

There is bound to be turbulence in the clouds of confusion before one can view the friendly skies, and an illuminated landing strip.

Rain Factory,” because he’s always either in a dark and stormy mood, or crying heavily.

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

Change your life experiences through the thoughts you think.Practice thinking good thoughts and your life will reflect what you are thinking.We have the blessing of choice.

Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and blocking out its radiant light. As he clicked off his overhead light, he...

When I could hold my eyes open long enough, I did stare up at the rain pelting down on me. I’ve never looked at it like that, straight up into the sky, and while I...

…the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky – an angel is stretching…

I had a dream about you. The blue sky matched the blue in your eyes, though you had a few more clouds in your irises. When you got sad, you didn’t cry—you rained, and that’s...

The sun was as flirty as Scarlett O’Hara with the Tarleton twins, breaking through the clouds in spectacular bursts that seemed like personal favors and then retreating for hours, days, and making us all ache...

It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: ‘there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this....

The party was dry, she was wet, and the sky was in the middle (cloudy, but no rain). Love was in the air, and that’s why I brought an umbrella.

The story of two dreams is a coincidence, a line drawn by chance, like the shapes of lions or horses that are sometimes formed by clouds.

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...

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud...

How small and neat and comically serious the other men looked, with their grey-flecked crew cuts and their button-down collars and their brisk little hurrying feet! There were endless desperate swarms of them, hurrying through...

Complains are like the clouds that give no rain no matter how thick they gather.

The sky in Seattle is so low, it felt like God had lowered a silk parachute over us. Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky. Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggle cloud wisps;...

The sun always shines above the clouds.

On cloudy days I just want to raise my arm up, stand on my toes, and screw a light bulb into the sky. Don’t worry, my light bulb is energy efficient—it runs on solar power.

Having your head in the clouds is not a bad thing… as long as you take advantage of the inspiration you find while you’re there.

Tracy had never been so conscious of the sky above the earth, the dangerous clouds that gathered there, the way humans lived beneath such grandeur and threat every moment of their lives.

The clouds are like marble in the sky, and I just want to make a kitchen counter out of the atmosphere. I can cook like a flock of birds.

The humble Cumulus humilis – never hurt a soul.

Astronomers are greatly disappointed when, having traveled halfway around the world to see an eclipse, clouds prevent a sight of it; and yet a sense of relief accompanies the disappointment.

The clouds rolled over the hills like a pack of midgets wearing gray togas somersaulting in unison, and I thought it’s a glorious day to be alive and in love.

Like the kite that caught up to the sky,painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

I run like I have cirrus clouds for legs and rainbow knees. What is life, if not a marathon of love?