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Quotations about Clouds


You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds... ~Henry David Thoreau

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

Thou must have marked the billowy clouds
Edged with intolerable radiancy
Towering like rocks of jet
Crowned with a diamond wreath.
And yet there is a moment,
When the sun's highest point
Peeps like a star o'er Ocean's western edge,
When those far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea;
Then has thy fancy soared above the earth,
And furled its wearied wing
Within the Fairy's fane.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills...
~William Wordsworth

A little Cloud was fashioned
      In a summer hour
By the love impassioned
      Of the sun and shower...
~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856

See! Do you see that wondrous, winged cloud?
As if all the garden flowers had taken flight
Into the blue air for a holiday,
And left their tall green stalks beteared with dew?
~Sharlot Mabridth Hall (1870–1943), "The Lost Thoughts," Cactus and Pine: Songs of the Southwest, 1910  [reference to Guy de Maupassant —tg]

I am the daughter of earth and water,
      And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
      I change, but I cannot die...
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"

Clouds are among the most striking appearances in the natural world. Whether heralding the dawn with beacons of flame and banners of gold, or escorting the sun's descending car with armies of light and sapphire thrones; whether clothing the mountains with garments of beauty, or enriching the landscape with flying shadows; whether shading the weary from the noonday heat, refreshing the field and the garden with gentle showers, or shaking the earth with mighty thunders; whether moving in silent and solitary grandeur along the blue deep of the sky, or covering the whole heavens with black and jagged masses, torn by the tempest and hurled onward like charging hosts in the shock of battle,—glorious in the morning, grateful at noonday, prophetic of the dawn at evening, clouds lend a charm to every landscape, a diversity to every season and a lesson to every thoughtful mind. No earthly scene could attract us long if deprived of light and shade from the changing clouds, and with our present feelings we should find it hard to be satisfied with heaven itself if it be one unvaried, cloudless noon. ~Daniel March, "The Balancings of the Clouds," Our Father's House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869

The storm raged all night, but when the dawn came it was spent. Anne saw a fairy fringe of light on the skirts of darkness. Soon the eastern hill-tops had a fire-shot ruby rim. The clouds rolled themselves away into great, soft, white masses on the horizon; the sky gleamed blue and silvery. A hush fell over the world. ~L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island, 1915

Ye glorious pageants! hung in air
To greet our raptur'd view;
What in creation can compare,
For loveliness, with you?
~Bernard Barton, "To the Clouds," Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822

I think you might dispense with half your doctors, if you would only consult Doctor Sun more, and be more under the treatment of these great hydropathic doctors, the clouds! ~Henry Ward Beecher, Royal Truths

Above, there pass
White shapes that change and flow
And blend and break and go
Beyond my eyes. Below
The grasses dream and sway.
And I am even as they.
~Mary Carolyn Davies, "Spring Day," Youth Riding, 1919

God has written the transitoriness of all earthly things upon the clouds, that every eye may see it. He has given them beauty and made them a blessing, that they may the better represent things which charm for a time and disappoint in the end. When you are tempted to set your heart on earthly things, look up to the changing clouds and see how soon your possessions will pass away. God has clothed the clouds of the morning and the evening with evanescent beauty, that he may awaken in our hearts a longing for the land where the glory of his presence shall be an everlasting light. ~Daniel March, "The Balancings of the Clouds," Our Father's House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869

YE Clouds, who are the ornament of heaven;
Who give to it its gayest shadowings,
And its most awful glories; ye who roll
In the dark tempest, or at dewy evening
Hang low in tenderest beauty; ye who, ever
Changing your Protean aspects, now are gathered
Like fleecy piles, when the mid-sun is brightest,
Even in the height of heaven, and there repose,
Solemnly calm, without a visible motion,
Hour after hour, looking upon the earth
With a serenest smile: — or ye who, rather,
Heaped in those sulphury masses, heavily
Jutting above their bases, like the smoke
Poured from a furnace or a roused volcano,
Stand on the dun horizon, threatening
Lightning and storm...
~James Gates Percival, "Clouds"

It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are, if indeed you cannot get it above them, than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise. ~Henry David Thoreau, 1853

Were I a cloud I'd gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly I well know whither,
And rest I well know where...
~Robert Seymour Bridges

[I]n our own country there is no season when the beauty of cloud-land does not reveal itself. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams...
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"

Clouds weave the SUMMER into the season of AUTUMN: and YOUTH rises from dashed hopes, into the statures of a MAN. ~Ik Marvel (Donald Grant Mitchell, 1822–1908), Dream Life: A Fable of the Seasons

We live under clouds, which sometimes close and make us gloomy, and sometimes open to give a glimpse of the glory beyond. It is vain to be impatient and angry with this; resentment will never scatter the mist or disperse a cloud, whether it be in the world revealed by the sense, or by the spirit. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884

Clusters of fluted sea-shells,
Coral fringed, pearl centered;
The glory of the setting sun caught in their fragile rims.
Above clear-cut cliffs of alabaster whiteness
Is the pale globe of the full moon;
The changing clouds are bits of silvered fluff
Adrift in a sea of intense blue.
~Mary Brown Clement

And now it has risen above the massive and lofty tree, and throws its pleasant shadow down upon the earth—pleasant shadow that paces along the meadows, leaving behind a greater brilliancy on tree, and grass, and hedge, and flower than what, for a moment, it had eclipsed. ~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862

Little clouds are free. They just float around and have a good time. Very free. Maybe one of the freest things in nature. ~Bob Ross, "Not Quite Spring," The Joy of Painting, 1992

Thank God, all you who have a spark of rational piety in your hearts, for the glorious commonplace of earth and sky,—for this cloud-embosomed planet in which you pass your lives. ~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder...
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"

Look up! What is that apparition of dazzling brightness rising softly upon the blue sky from behind those tall and massive elms? If you saw it for the first time in your life, you would say it must be some celestial visitant. Is it light itself from heaven taking shape, and just softened and subdued to the endurance of a mortal vision? It is nothing but a cloud!—mere vapour that the unseen wind moves and moulds, and that the sun shines on for a little time. ~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862

Though outwardly a gloomy shroud,
The inner half of every cloud
      Is bright and shining:
I therefore turn my clouds about,
And always wear them inside out
      To show the lining.
~Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler, "The Wisdom of Folly"

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1839

Where the spray, like snow-dust whirled,
High in vapoury wreaths is hurled.
      Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven...
~Thomas Love Peacock, "Rhododaphne"

No doubt the phenomena of cloud formation is designed primarily to water the earth; to gather together the moisture from the salt sea, and from dark, unwholesome fens; to purify them by the mysterious alchemy of the sky; to carry them onward by sweeping storm or by gentle zephyr, and let them descend gently in the mist, or steadily in the rain, which will waken sleeping seeds, and revive drooping vegetation; but all this might have been effected if now and then an ominous black cloud had blotted out the sun from our sight and poured down a deluge till it had spent itself, and then had left the sky glaringly bright and blue till the process required to be repeated. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884

Massive rolling waves
of white-gray clouds
chase the warm afternoon
across a deep blue sky.
~Terri Guillemets

Did the semblance of a shadow
On the wide sky pass?
It dusked the quiet meadow,
And the glistening grass;
It dimmed the forest fountain
And the clover lea;
It deepened on the mountain,
Darkened on the sea.
~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856

The latest authority among men of science says that little is known of the causes which balance the clouds in the air. They are formed of water, and water, however minutely divided or blown into bubbles, is always heavier than the air. And yet these flying fountains of all the rivers of earth, these armed and thundering legions of the storm, that beat down the forests with hail and bury the mountains in snow, and flood the plains with water, go floating over us at vast heights with all their mighty magazines when all our philosophy would require them to sink to the earth. ~Daniel March, "The Balancings of the Clouds," Our Father's House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869

Why do I love clouds? You can't save a cloud like you can save a leaf or a flower or a rock — clouds are now! Clouds are the carpe diem of nature. ~Terri Guillemets, "Ever-changing sky, ever-changing life," 2009

Those delicate wanderers,
The wind, the star, the cloud...
~Æ (George William Russell), "Sacrifice," Homeward Songs by the Way, 1894

[S]uch vast quantities of water... held suspended in the air in clouds so light, fragile, and evanescent... How is the water-dust suspended in the atmosphere?... Sometimes we see a dense heavy mist lying so thickly over the fields that it seems as if nothing could dissipate it, yet it is so thin and frail that the sun rapidly melts it away. At other times we look on colossal mountains of cloud, and see the sunlight beating on them all day long; yet they resist him victoriously, and shine in more wonderful splendour when he sinks below the horizon, and then they mysteriously steal away, and bright stars shine serenely where they stood. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884

Wind horses tossing grey cloud manes,
Thundering over the sky's blue plains.
~Margaret David, "Western Storm," in Arizona Highways, August 1972

There was a rustle of chirruping sparrows in the green lacquer leaves of the ivy, and the blue cloud-shadows chased themselves across the grass like swallows. How pleasant it was in the garden! ~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890

They never stand still—
but they're not
in a hurry either.
~Terri Guillemets, "A lesson from clouds," 1993

We have seen that when the earth had to be prepared for the habitation of man, a veil, as it were, of intermediate being was spread between him and its darkness, in which were joined, in a subdued measure, the stability and insensibility of the earth... Between the earth and man arose the leaf. Between the heaven and man came the cloud. His life being partly as the falling leaf, and partly as the flying vapour. ~John Ruskin, "The Cloud-Balancings"

Have you ever seen anything more beautiful...
      than huge wandering clouds
      marbled in every subtle shade of gray
      bordered with light and hope
      shifting and swirling every moment
      in a slow dance with the winds?
~Terri Guillemets

The cloudlets are lazily sailing
O'er the blue Atlantic sea;
And mid the twilight there hovers
A shadowy figure o'er me...
~Heinrich Heine, translated from German into the original metre by Edgar Alfred Bowring

Foggy heavy-gray teary-eyed low-hanging
      snow-stuffed melancholy winter clouds
Impulsive wayward turbulent thick-swift-dark
      tempestuous hail-angered storm clouds
Sprinkling lighthearted fanciful breeze-drifted
      rainbow-nestled April-hued springtime clouds
Enormous white-fluffy fairydust-fringed
      frolicsome sun-illumed carefree summer clouds
Thunderous intense restless rain-soaked
      lightning-streaked July-dyed monsoon clouds
Azure-skylit sunglow-slanted edge-gleaming
      white-silver billowy contemplative autumn clouds
Vivid vibrant blissful dawn-lit joy-beamed
      daybreak-florid sunrise-tinted morning clouds
Aimless airy midday-lazy wandering listless
      mountaintop-floating leisurely afternoon clouds
Amber-ablaze day's-end-pink ephemeral-amethyst
      evening-welcome smoky-embered sunset clouds
Lambent star-flanked luminous moon-halo'd
      glowing shadow-painted skygazers' night clouds
~Terri Guillemets, "Sky-happy," 2007

The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky — seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness. ~Joseph Conrad

...the music of pure white clouds
fills the sky with sun-lined notes
drifting into beauty so vast
the blue never ends...
~Terri Guillemets

And rather than forego the thought,
      The feeling, ye supply,
      As silently ye sail athwart
      The blue, o'er-arching sky—
Be mine the faith the Indian finds,
      Whom nature's night enshrouds,
      Who yet can hear a God in winds,
      And see Him in the clouds!
~Bernard Barton, "To the Clouds," Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822

Clouds are the sky's imagination. ~Terri Guillemets, "Imagine the Sky," 2003

Through sky half golden and half blue,
With white-rose cloudlets rippling through...
~W. T., "Honeymoon Cottage," Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Arts, 1862

wisp, puff, swirl, glow, shine
float, shade, grow, gray, darken
break, open, release, rain, drench
wander, lighten, disperse, fade
~Terri Guillemets, "End scene," 2010

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Golden Legend

I'm a silvery-lined cloud
Drifting slowly through deep blue
Glowing on the edges
Inside a rain-drenched hue
~Terri Guillemets, "Silver lining," 2011

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