Every cloud has a silver lining.
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.
Why is Cloud 9 so amazing? What is wrong with Cloud 8? That joke came off the top of my head, and the top of my head ain't funny!
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
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As selfishness and complaint pervert and cloud the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.
Since I was 16, I've felt a black cloud hangs over me.
Since then, I have taken pills for depression.
There is a big blue sky waiting just behind the clouds.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt;
helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint
In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
I wish to bean inspector of volcanoes.
I want to study cloud formationsand memorize the windand learn by heart the habits ofthe ponderosa pine.
Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.
Keep your feet on the ground, when your head is in the clouds
I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.
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.
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
A woman will allow herself to be clouded by her emotions.
Her reasonable thought becomes completely unreasonable over the most ridiculous thing. It's a girl thing.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
All political power is primarily an illusion.
Illusion. Mirrors and blue smoke, beautiful blue smoke rolling over the surface of highly polished mirrors, first a thin veil of blue smoke, then a thick cloud that suddenly dissolves into wisps of blue smoke, the mirrors catching it all, bouncing it back and forth.
God left the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon.
He left the electricity still in the cloud, the oil still in the earth. How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world;
One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger -- to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.
Do not breed. Nothing gives less pleasure than childbearing. Pregnancies are damaging to health, spoil the figure, wither the charms, and it's the cloud of uncertainty forever hanging over these events that darkens a husband's mood.
Misfortune is never mournful to the soul that accepts it;
for such do always see that every cloud is an angel's face. Every man deems that he has precisely the trials and temptations which are the hardest of all others for him to bear; but they are so, simply because they are the very ones he most needs.
We have been friends together,In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-treesIn infancy we played.But coldness dwells within thy heart,A cloud is on thy brow;We have been friends together
The quantity of books in a person's library, is often a cloud of witnesses to the ignorance of the owner.
Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud.
It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.
To most humans, a universe consisting of particles banging about and doing what they have to do seems cold, barren, and without meaning. Meaning, however, is not something that floats in space, permeating the universe like a nebulous, mystical cloud. ... Meaning arises out of the working of the human mind, and therefore exists only in the human mind. The meaning of existence is whatever you want to make of it.
It cannot be denied that for a society which has to create scarcity to save its members from starvation, to whom abundance spells disaster, and to whom unlimited energy means unlimited power for war and destruction, there is an ominous cloud in the distance though at present it be no bigger than a man's hand.
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion... .this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
Some people draw a comforting distinction between force and violence.
I refuse to cloud the issue by such word-play. The power which establishes a state is violence; the power which maintains it is violence; the power which eventually overthrows it is violence. Call an elephant a rabbit only if it gives you comfort to feel that you are about to be trampled to death by a rabbit.
The habit some writers indulge in of perpetual quotation is one it behooves lovers of good literature to protest against, for it is an insidious habit which in the end must cloud the stream of thought, or at least check spontaneity. If it be true that le style c'est l homme, what is likely to happen if l homme is for ever eking out his own personality with that of some other individual?
Tradition is but a meteor, which, if it once falls, cannot be rekindled.
Memory, once interrupted, is not to be recalled. But written learning is a fixed luminary, which, after the cloud that had hidden it has passed away, is again bright in its proper station. So books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when opened again, will again impart instruction.
For me chemistry represented an indefinite cloud of future potentialities which enveloped my life to come in black volutes torn by fiery flashes, like those which had hidden Mount Sinai. Like Moses, from that cloud I expected my law, the principle of order in me, around me, and in the world. I would watch the buds swell in spring, the mica glint in the granite, my own hands, and I would say to myself: I will understand this, too, I will understand everything.
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.
One of the most satisfying experiences I know is fully to appreciate an individual in the same way I appreciate a sunset. When I look at a sunset...I don't find myself saying, 'Soften the orange a litle more on the right hand corner, and put a bit more purple along the base, and use a little more pink in the cloud color...' I don't try to control a sunset. I watch it with awe as it unfolds.
It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. What a thick black cloud that is! she said.And how fast it comes! Why I do believe it's got wings!
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.
Cynicism is indeed negative for your mind, but if you can allow it as your cloud to your sunshine, then it may strengthen you to see the truth.
Nothing good bursts forth all at once.
The lightning may dart out of a black cloud; but the day sends his bright heralds before him, to prepare the world for his coming.
But then in novels the most indifferent hero comes out right at last.
Some god comes out of a theatrical cloud and leaves the poor devil ten thousand-a-year and a title.
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.
Every kid coming out of Harvard, every kid coming out of school now thinks he can be the next Mark Zuckerberg, and with these new technologies like cloud computing, he actually has a shot.
In 2000, when my partner Ben Horowitz was CEO of the first cloud computing company, Loudcloud, the cost of a customer running a basic Internet application was approximately $150,000 a month.
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.
A cloud hangs over baseball. It's a cloud called drugs and it's permeated our game.
I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.
It's a vast, lonely, forbidding expanse of nothing rather like clouds and clouds of pumice stone. And it certainly does not appear to be a very inviting place to live or work.
Every silver lining has a cloud.
I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.
She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.
If I win seven tournaments in a row, I get so confident I'm in a cloud. A loss gets me eager again.