Welcome to my page of quotations about pink clouds and pink-colored skies. Here in Arizona we enjoy these views frequently, and they never ever lose their magic.
Dawn spreads her wispy pink angel wings over the morning. ~Terri Guillemets
The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea. “Look at that,” she whispered, and then after a moment: “I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.” ~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925
Sweet May lies fresh before us,
To life the young flowers leap,
And through the Heaven’s blue o’er us
The rosy cloudlets sweep.
~Heinrich Heine, “A New Spring,” 1831, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland
Suddenly the horizon seemed wrapped in a mass of pale pink clouds… a perfect rose without a break or rift. It was as if a pink aurora had flashed out low down in the sky, giving everything around a roseate tinge. ~Emily Read, “Hugh Granger’s Wooings,” 1874
By dint of looking towards the window in the room filled with night, he saw the dawn the other side of the pane. It lighted up all of a sudden. It was pink, which meant it would be fine. ~Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939
I waltzed with the dawn,
she waltzed with me—
a pinkish-orange o’er
the clouds draped we.
~Terri Guillemets, “Dancing with Dawn,” 2005
…the orange morning light shimmering through… the sky becomes bluer, and is suffused with pink clouds with the golden rays of the early sun shooting through them… ~Horatio F. Stoll, “San Francisco’s Theatrical Rehabilitation,” in The Theatre, August 1912
And me — I was glowing as brightly as the warm Arizona evening. Pink clouds were striped across the twilight sky. It was country to fall in love with. ~David Gerrold, The Martian Child, 2002
It is quite a faery scene, surprising and wonderful, as if you walked amid those rosy and purple clouds that you see float in the evening sky. ~Henry David Thoreau, journal, 1860 February 12th
The desert sunset clouds exhale pink puffs of dusky smoke. ~Terri Guillemets
Rose-tinted clouds are floating by
Against the deep and azure sky:
Pink, gray, and purest white,
Deepening into golden light…
Tell me, pink clouds, floating by
In the deep and dark-blue sky,
Tell me, may I by and by
Join my mother there on high?..
~Fannie L. Michener, “Clouds,” 1881
…the evening sky’s pinklit hue…. ~Terri Guillemets, “May-love sunset,” 2008