Clouds and darkness surround us yet Heaven is just and the day of triumph will surely come when justice and truth will be vindicated.

Never trust any complicated cocktail that remainds perfectly clear until the last ingredient goes in and then immediately clouds.

Traveling you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities places exchange their form order distances a shapeless dust cloud invades the continents.

Strength of mind rests in sobriety for this keeps your reason unclouded by passion.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds in the distance they look black over our heads scarcely gray.

I have never made fun of religion. Religion is something I don't even want to mess with because I am really afraid of the clouds opening up and my being struck by lightning.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

You see I had been riding with the storm clouds and had come to earth as rain and it was drought that I had killed with the power that the Six Grandfathers gave me.

There's a weird cloud around you when you're recognizable. It was a brief window for me. I think you have to have a pathological need for attention of any type negative or positive to thrive in that kind of situation. And I only want compliments.

In the language of poetry where every word is weighed nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all not a single existence not anyone's existence in this world.

The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that for a minute the clouds have parted and I've seen ecstasy or something.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat I am sure could walk on a cloud without coming through.

Here take back the stuff that I am nature knead it back into the dough of being make of me a bush a cloud whatever you will even a man only no longer make me me.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.

The ground we walk on the plants and creatures the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations - each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy bound together by cosmic harmony.

Forests lakes and rivers clouds and winds stars and flowers stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

Rest is not idleness and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day listening to the murmur of the water or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.

The result was that if it happened to clear off after a cloudy evening I frequently arose from my bed at any hour of the night or morning and walked two miles to the observatory to make some observation included in the programme.

What is life when wanting love? Night without a morning love's the cloudless summer sun nature gay adorning.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Every silver lining has a cloud.

Human knowledge has been changing from the word go and people in certain respects behave more rationally than they did when they didn't have it. They spend less time doing rain dances and more time seeding clouds.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion but a blight bred in the cloudy damp despondency of uneasy egoism.