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When we look up, it widens our horizons. We see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race. ~Julia Gregson We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness. ~Author unknown The clouds, — the only birds that never sleep. ~Victor Hugo 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 Then rich cloud masses dyed the violet's hue, With orange sunbeams dropping swiftly through. ~Jean Ingelow, "The Four Bridges," 1863 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 The sun is a luminous shield Borne up the blue path By a god; The moon is the torch Of an old man Who stumbles over stars. ~Eda Lou Walton, "The Lights," c.1919 If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks. ~Francois Rabelais Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where. ~Robert Seymour Bridges Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. ~Diane Ackerman Today is but an ancient sun Where mutant moon and phantom stars squint... ~Diana Koch, from "Sunstroke," in Our Western World's Most Beautiful Poems, edited and published by John Campbell, World of Poetry Press, 1985 Only from the heart can you touch the sky. ~Rumi I am mad with the sight of stars, and frenzied with the beauty of the silver, wanton moon. ~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Prayers of a Worldling: V," A Soul's Faring, 1921 Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time. ~John Lubbock, "Recreation," The Use of Life, 1894 Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven. ~Thomas Love Peacock It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us. ~John Ruskin [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 [The country referred to is England. 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" Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out... ~Dave Matthews, "Dancing Nancies" Those clouds are angels' robes. ~Charles Kingsley The night sky is a miracle of infinitude. ~Terri Guillemets, "Temere Sætninger: ix," 2006 Sometimes, to fret the sober Sun, She pulls the clouds across his face... ~Hannah R. Hudson, "April," The Atlantic Monthly, April 1868 Even on cloudy days the sun waits to break through. ~Daniel, @blindedpoet But here by the mill the castled clouds Mocked themselves in the dizzy water... ~Edgar Lee Masters No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky. ~Llewelyn Powys The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. ~Edna St Vincent Millay 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 The sky was clear — remarkably clear — and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse. ~Thomas Hardy How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! ~George Croly, Diana Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man. ~John Ruskin Then the sun's noon-splendour Filled the cloud with light, Though a soft and tender Yet intensest white; And the wanderer weary Joyed that it was made, For it gave to him a cheery And a grateful shade. ~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856 Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under! ~C. JoyBell C. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills... ~William Wordsworth [H]ardly a day passes but we may see in the sky above us that God is producing scenes of perfect beauty, or of glorious majesty, which so far as we know are only produced for the sake of giving us pleasure. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon. ~Willa Sibert Cather Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Progress of Culture" High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels... ~Heinrich Heine, "Ideas: Book Le Grand," 1826, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, Pictures of Travel, 1855 I rolled onto my back again, staring up at the sky... On a night this clear, I could discern that the stars were not uniform. A few had color, a suggestion of blue or red mixed into their luminescence. Some were larger — as distinct as holes punched in a sheet of paper — while others were so fainted that I could only glimpse them in my peripheral vision. If I looked straight at them, they melted into black. ~Abby Geni, The Wildlands, 2018 Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity. ~Joseph Addison Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley The sky and the strong wind have moved the spirit inside me till I am carried away trembling with joy. ~Uvavnuk [T]he wind beats against the wood and the glass and sends its fleshless pucker against the eaves and sooner or later you have to put down what you were doing and go out and see. And you can stand on your stoop or in your dooryard at midafternoon and watch the cloud shadows rush across Griffen's pasture and up Schoolyard Hill, light and dark, light and dark, like the shutters of the gods being opened and closed. ~Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night? ~John Milton Look up and behold Heaven's gallery of art, with its countless, ever-changing, golden pictures of beauty, illuminating the gorgeous curtain of ethereal blue. ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Seven Seventy Seven Sensations, 1897 When a calm, clear evening follows a warm day we see the mist gathering in the valleys, creeping stealthily and silently up the hillsides, and rising into the air in long, low, horizontal streaks which are made beautiful by the silent, silvery light of moon and stars. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 ...the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates... ~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 vast space above us—so near, and yet in many respects so far beyond our reach, so familiar, and yet so strange.... the moving shapes and shifting hues of that vault which is like the floor of heaven trodden by angels... which, in indifference to its glory and beauty, we so frequently forget to look at, except with a careless reference to the state of the weather? ~Sarah Tytler, Footprints: Nature Seen on its Human Side, 1881 [Tytler was the pen name for Henrietta Keddie (1827–1914). I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds — large, light, and fugitive... ~David Gray Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley I get so excited over sunsets and rainbows etc, when you see them it's like you can shut out the real world and envelop yourself in a beauty that almost makes it feel like fantasy. ~Mrs. Ron Harris [Haze:] Sun-dust. —Thoreau [Twilight:] Reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored. —Jean Ingelow [Dawn:] Light a little trembling in the gray, Above the folded hills. —Mrs. Browning [The Morning Moon:] The stars burned out in the pale blue air, And the thin, white moon lay withering there. —Shelley [Sunset:] The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies. —Jean Ingelow [Evening:] White moonlight comes And takes the inert landscape by surprise. —Unknown ~Hannah R. Hudson, "Word-Painting," Poems, 1874 #cento [R]osy clouds were spread like flowers in the sun's pathway... the singing world of the air hung exulting in the hues of morning and the heavenly blue; sparks of clouds darted up from gold bars along the horizon; at last the flames of the sun streamed in over the earth. ~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography, translated from German by Charles T. Brooks, 1865 Coral fringed, pearl centered; The glory of the setting sun caught in their fragile rims... ~Mary Brown Clement, "Clouds," Arizona Highways, August 1972 A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. ~William Wordsworth In the morning we sometimes notice the scattered specks and flakes gathering together, growing and spreading into the magnificent cumulus, stacked up in gigantic heaps—Pelion piled on Ossa—till the afternoon sun glorifies a range of sky-mountains, beside whose stupendous height earth's loftiest range is dwarfed, and whose summits are white as no fuller on earth can white them. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 Now a lustre glowing In the silent west, From the sun was flowing As he turned to rest; And the Cloud borne sunward Ever nearer, nigher, Ever floated onward Toward the sunset-fire... ~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856 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" There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul. ~Victor Hugo When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the earth's refreshed by frequent showers. ~Old weather saying I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one. ~John Gardiner Calkins Brainard After God perfected the sunrise, he created photographers, artists, and poets to ensure his feat remained immortal. ~Terri Guillemets The stars, which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields of heaven. ~Philip James Bailey 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 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 Oh! "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue," As some one somewhere sings about the sky. ~Lord Byron See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks! ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Imagine how many glorious winters and springs The stars from their celestial perches have seen. ~Terri Guillemets 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 Now if God made the clouds so beautiful, did He not mean us to gaze upon them and be thankful for them?... Did He not wish to remind us that there is something heavenly above us, beyond the reach of our present sordid lives...? ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me. ~James Russell Lowell, "Summer Storm," 1839 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 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" (stanza I), Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822 The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west... ~Robert Loveman (1864–1923) 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 moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. ~Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers ...And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas. ~Thomas Bailey Aldrich, "Miracles" And see, a port-hole in the clouds, the blue revealing, A sun-beam, like a maiden, coyly forth is stealing... ~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "Sun and Shade" 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 June 28th They are fair resting-places for the dear weary dead on their way up to heaven. ~Joaquin Miller (clouds) All its being belted With a glory bright, While into heaven it melted In a dream of light. Never more glance crossed it In the sky-heart far, But where I had lost it Shone the evening star. ~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856 [W]hen the weather is steady and fair, we see in a far higher region the lovely cirrus cloud; light and waving as locks of hair, or tiny feathers of exquisite hue, the first to catch the splendour of the coming sun, the last to lose the glories of his light... ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 Sunbeams joy-pierce clouds. ~Terri Guillemets, "Rays of happiness," 2011 It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. ~Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe. ~Victor Hugo The Dusk is dark and glorious A star upon her brow; With sunset blushes in her cheeks, She beckons now. ~Robert Loveman, c.1901 Life is so much clearer under the stars than under a roof. ~Terri Guillemets When through the eastern gates of heaven The sun's first glories shine; Or when his softest beams are given To gild the day's decline; All glorious as that orb appears, His radiance still would lose Each gentle charm, that most endears, Without your soft'ning hues. ~Bernard Barton, "To the Clouds" (stanzas X and XI), Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822 [T]he sun was setting, flinging banners of orange and vermilion against the clouds, setting them afire. ~Lauraine Snelling, Valley of Dreams, 2011 [Such gorgeous script and drop caps in this book! Clouds blaze brilliant colors in a sky on fire. ~Terri Guillemets I can watch a bank of clouds looming in the west like a new continent in the process of forming. ~Abby Geni, The Lightkeepers, 2016 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 In their wretched abodes they may dwell the whole year through, ay, sometimes their whole lives through.... Those who thus live and die never have a vision of golden harvests and lovely gardens and verdant fields and lanes crowded with ferns and mosses and vocal with the songs of birds. Hardly a single flower gladdens their sight; but even they may wistfully gaze up to the clouds which sweep over the sky, and may learn to hope and believe that there is something untainted by defilement, and for evermore beyond the reach of this world's misery and sin. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 God's cloud-scenes are for everybody everywhere. Some people can never afford to travel; the grandeur of the Alps, the loveliness of the lakes, are only imaginative dreams for them; and even those who visit such fair scenes merely get a hurried glimpse, and then they are back again amidst the turmoil of human life; but the sky is always overhead, and everywhere to be seen... ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884 Day holds the sky with big blue arms Until the sun sends her off into evening With a grateful blaze of vibrant colors ~Terri Guillemets A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" wisp, puff, swirl, glow, shine float, shade, grow, gray, darken break, open, release, rain, drench wander, lighten, disperse, fade ~Terri Guillemets, "End scene," 2010 Night embraces the quiet dark sky Until it sparks alive with morning light ~Terri Guillemets In that hushed and breathless moment when day is almost done, and the trees of the forest are filled with mysterious colors that have no name, clouds descend the stairway of the sky to mingle with the mountain peaks. From the copper canyons of the west they steal the glowing embers of the dying sun, and scatter them in blazing climax to light camp fires in the sky. ~John Martin Scott, "Vagabonds of the Sky…The Aquarians," Arizona Highways, August 1972 [S]he... paced the staircase-gallery outside, looked out of the window on the night, listened to the wind blowing and the rain falling, sat down and watched the faces in the fire, got up and watched the moon flying like a storm-driven ship through the sea of clouds. ~Charles Dickens, Dombey and Son A man’s heart changes as often as does the autumn sky. ~Japanese proverb Massive rolling waves of white-gray clouds slowly chase the warm afternoon across a deep blue sky. ~Terri Guillemets For thou art glorious! when, from thy pavilion Thou lookest forth at morning; flinging wide Its curtain-clouds of purple and vermillion, Dispensing light and life on every side; Brightening the mountain cataract, dimly spied Through glittering mist, opening each dew-gemm'd flower, Or touching, in some hamlet, far descried, Its spiral wreaths of smoke that upward tower, While birds their matins sing from many a leafy bower. ~Bernard Barton, "To The Sun" (stanza VII), c.1821 Moon — the nightlight for our souls. ~Terri Guillemets, "Faith well lit," 2011 Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! ~William Blake (1757-1827), "To The Evening Star" Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars and still I stared into the sky. ~Ralph Hodgson the seam between desert and night glows pastel to neon to clear blue light ~Terri Guillemets, "Phoenix sunrise," 1996 It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel — of flying clouds tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way and were frightened. ~Charles Dickens, David Copperfield In the sky an infinitude of hope, a canvas of glory— all possibilities mine. ~Terri Guillemets, "Temere Sætninger: cxii," 2006 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 Lightning is but a circlet of light about my throat... Stars are but fireflies — I catch them in my playful hands. ~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Songs of Life-Freedom: VI," A Soul's Faring, 1921 They never stand still— but they're not in a hurry either. ~Terri Guillemets, "A lesson from clouds," 1993 In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.) ~Edward Abbey Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull? ~Aristophanes If stars were notes upon a musical sky the night what a song of beauty! ~Terri Guillemets The sea gulls float, so gracefully, As they fly—now low, now high— And rich colors of the sunsets Brighten all the western sky. ~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "The Picture I See from my Window" (1940s) Gray skies are just clouds passing over. ~Author unknown The cool dark night yawns a mist over the moon. ~Terri Guillemets, "Luna veiled," 2009 I love that no two cloud formations, since time began, have ever been the same. Each moment in time has created its own unique fingerprint. ~Keith Wynn, @Darxist_Marxist Or those war-clouds that gather on the horizon, dragon-crested, tongued with fire;—how is their barbed strength bridled? what bits are these they are champing with their vaporous lips... ~John Ruskin, "The Cloud-Balancings" How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! ~Thomas Hood Those playful fancies of the mighty sky. ~Albert Smith (clouds) A furious night wind whips tree branches into a violent frenzy. The moon replies with a poem. ~Dr. SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com To fly up to the sky and watch the earth is beautiful; to fly down to the earth and watch the sky is even more beautiful! ~Mehmet Murat ildan Sun gladdens warmth Snow happies cold Rain joys wet Wind elates air Moon calms night Clouds giddy the sky ~Terri Guillemets, "Nature's busy-doing," 2009 A light divided the swollen clouds And lay most perfectly Like a straight narrow footbridge bright That crossed over the sea to me... ~Edward Thomas (1878-1917), "An Old Song II" The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire. ~Pamela Hansford Johnson 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 I'm a silvery-lined cloud Glowing and drifting by 'Neath the sunbeams oh so proud See my raindrops gently cry. ~Terri Guillemets No one sees what is before his feet: they scan the tracks of heaven. ~Cicero I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. ~Julia Lee-Booker, letter to Pat McSwiney, 1940 July 24 Ye clouds, that 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 Bow low in tenderest beauty; — ye are to us A volume full of wisdom. ~James Gates Percival 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 clouds danced an orange-pink waltz with the sunrise. ~Terri Guillemets, "Dawn-waltz," 2005 We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds. ~Anton Chekhov Clouds tie-dye the night. ~Terri Guillemets A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;... Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow; Even in its very motion there was rest... ~John Wilson The sun is the epitome of benevolence — it is lifegiving and warmthgiving and happinessgiving, and to it we owe our thanksgiving. ~Terri Guillemets Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.... ~Susan Coolidge, "Angelus" Louder and louder the deep thunder rolled, as through the myriad halls of some vast temple in the sky; fiercer and brighter came the lightning; more and more heavily the rain poured down. The eye, partaking of the quickness of the flashing light, saw in its every gleam a multitude of objects which it could not see at steady noon in fifty times that period.... in a trembling, vivid, flickering instant, everything was clear and plain: then came a flash of red into the yellow light; a change to blue; a brightness so intense that there was nothing else but light; and then the deepest and profoundest darkness. ~Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII 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" Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams. ~Hosea Ballou Clouds are droplets of now. ~Terri Guillemets Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the while I am being carried across the sky by beautiful clouds. ~Ojibwe saying 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 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," translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland God is now serving scoops of orange and raspberry sherbet on the horizon. What a beautiful sunrise! ~Terri Guillemets, "Sweet dawn," 2010 [Okay, so maybe it was more like grapefruit-colored than raspberry, but that's not really as poetic or as tasty, now is it‽ 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" (stanzas XXX and XXXI), Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822 For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind. One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, "What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?" I remember a summer night when such a thought came to me strongly. It was a clear night without a moon. With a friend, I went out on a flat headland that is almost a tiny island, being all but surrounded by the waters of the bay. There the horizons are remote and distant rims on the edge of space. We lay and looked up at the sky and the millions of stars that blazed in darkness.... I have never seen them more beautiful: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. Once or twice a meteor burned its way into the earth's atmosphere. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century or even once in a human generation, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night perhaps they will never see it. ~Rachel Carson, "Help Your Child to Wonder," November 1956 Venus has left the stars of the Virgin behind, and is sailing into the Claws. ~David J. Beard (1947–2016), tweet, 2007 December 20th #Virgo #Libra #Scorpio Mind draws the lines between the stars that let the Eagle and the Swan fly vast and bright and far above the dark before the dawn... ~Ursula K. Le Guin, "Constellating," Late in the Day, 2016 #Aquila #Cygnus Nor the feathery curtains Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch... ~Percy Bysshe Shelley (clouds) Clouds are the sky's imagination. ~Terri Guillemets, "Imagine the Sky," 2003 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" Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire. ~Alfred Tennyson The moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the moon that pulls the tides, and the moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. When we describe the moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness. ~D.H. Lawrence The moon is a mystery novel, the sun a motivational self-help book, and the stars a coffee table book of art. The sky is the library and God the librarian. ~Terri Guillemets The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate. ~Christopher Fry We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold. ~Walter Scott For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. ~John Milton The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current. ~Willa Sibert Cather The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station. ~William Gibson It had been gradually getting overcast, and now the sky was dark and lowering, save where the glory of the departing sun piled up masses of gold and burning fire, decaying embers of which gleamed here and there through the black veil, and shone redly down upon the earth. The wind began to moan in hollow murmurs, as the sun went down, carrying glad day elsewhere; and a train of dull clouds coming up against it, menaced thunder and lightning. Large drops of rain soon began to fall, and, as the storm-clouds came sailing onward, others supplied the void they left behind and spread over all the sky. Then was heard the low rumbling of distant thunder, then the lightning quivered, and then the darkness of an hour seemed to have gathered in an instant. ~Charles Dickens, Old Curiosity Shop ...gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe... ~Terri Guillemets, "Out the Upper Window," 2009 God is the Sun and when His rays fall upon your heart, not impeded by the clouds of egoism, the lotus blooms and the petals unfold. ~Sathya Sai Baba Afflictive emotions — our jealousy, anger, hatred, fear — can be put to an end. When you realize that these emotions are only temporary, that they always pass on like clouds in the sky, you also realize they can ultimately be abandoned. ~Tenzin Gyatso Watch a sunrise at least once a day. ~Phil's-osophy by Phil Dunphy, Modern Family, "Schooled," 2012, written by Steven Levitan & Dan O'Shannon [S4, E2 Related Quotations: Rainbows, Birds, Weather, Night, Flying, Light, Nature, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Insects, Butterflies, Skydiving, Morning, Environment, Trees, Fairies, Angels |
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