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Quotations about Clouds


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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]


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


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


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


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


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


Why do I love clouds? Because 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


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"


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


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"


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


[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


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


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"


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


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


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


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


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


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



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