Clouds Quotes
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I have likewise made many 'skies' and effects - for I wish it could be said of me as Fuselli says of Rembrandt, 'he followed nature in her calmest abodes and could pluck a flower on every hedge - yet he was born to cast a steadfast eye on the bolder phenomena of nature'... We have had noble clouds & effects of light & dark & color.
John Constable
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Oh, sweet it is, where grass is deepAnd swifts are overhead,To lie and watch the clouds, and weepFor friends already dead.
Enoch Powell
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Light finds her treasure of colours through the antagonism of clouds.
Rabindranath Tagore
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So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Lord Byron
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'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow,And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low:So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,No more through rolling clouds to soar again,View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Lord Byron
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There are some viviparous flies, which bring forth 2,000 young. These in a little time would fill the air, and like clouds intercept the rays of the sun, unless they were devoured by birds, spiders, and many other animals.
Carl Linnaeus
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I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.
Robert Wyatt
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When you're obsessive, like me, searching for something unattainable can become unhealthy... it's like falling through the air and grabbing at the clouds.
Jonny Wilkinson
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In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the fountain, and the shape of the clouds, and the beginning and end of the wind that stirred the leaves; it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.
Ursula K. Le Guin
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What does it matter how cultivated and up-to-date we are, or how many thousands of books we’ve read? What matters is how we feel, how we see, what we do after reading; whether the street and the clouds and the existence of others mean anything to us; whether reading makes us, physically, more alive.
Gabriel Zaid
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I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .
William Butler Yeats
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I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad;But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek,Until made glad.I cannot feelThat all is well, when dark'ning clouds concealThe shining sun;But then I knowGod lives and loves; and say, since it is so, 'Thy will be done.'
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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What if everyone goes on the endless road Sooner or later Over the clouds to the sky Be sure to wait for me. And then, we will talk away About our countless memories.
Ayumi Hamasaki
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Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still. Giving light, dying.
Sara Teasdale
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And behind their frail partitionsBusiness women lie and soak,Seeing through the draughty skylightFlying clouds and railway smoke.Rest you there, poor unbelov'd ones,Lap your loneliness in heat,All too soon the tiny breakfast,Trolley-bus and windy street!
John Betjeman
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Boredom is what you fight. Constant, ever-present boredom. So you learn to look forward to small things. Sunlight glimpsed through a cloud, an extra piece of pie or candy, good thread to sew your blouse, a ribbon to wear in your hair.
Valerie Wilson Wesley
