Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.— Rabindranath Tagore
Unbelievable Black Clouds quotations
Life is like a piano, the white keys represent happiness and the black shows sadness, but as you go through life's journey, remember that the black keys also makes music.
People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle.
But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.
Be a rainbow in someone elses cloud.
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.
My experiences remind me that it's those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.
When there is love in the heart, there are rainbows in the eyes, which cover every black cloud with gorgeous hues.
Escape from the black cloud that surrounds you. Then you will see your own light as radiant as the full moon.
It's fair to say that black folks operate under a cloud of invisibility - this too is part of the work, is indeed central to [my photographs]... This invisibility - this erasure out of the complex history of our life and time - is the greatest source of my longing.
Behind every dark cloud there is an every-shining sun. Just wait. In time, the cloud will pass.
Escape from the black cloud that surrounds you.
Then you will see your own light as radiant as the full moon.
Try to be a rainbow in someones cloud.
The cloud that descended on Black Rock on Monday was not for the past but the future. How much will this debacle chill the pursuit of other risky investigations?
Many demons are in woods, in waters, in wildernesses, and in dark poolly places ready to hurt...people.
Since I was 16, I've felt a black cloud hangs over me.
Since then, I have taken pills for depression.
Be a rainbow in someone else's cloud ~Maya Angelou
I think about a storm rolling in with black clouds and I visualize the lightning and try to draw energy from that, and I think: all I have to do is beat this man until he stops moving, then I can go home to my son.
Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.
What do you want with these special Jewish pains? I feel as close to the wretched victims of the rubber plantations in Putamayo and the blacks of Africa with whose bodies the Europeans play ball… I have no special corner in my heart for the ghetto: I am at home in the entire world, where there are clouds and birds and human tears.
Boy that's a job I want in my next life. I want to come back and be a cloud and just float around and have a good time all the time.
Had I not had my grandmother, who dared to be my rainbow in the clouds, I would have been just another sexually abused barefoot black girl on the roads of Arkansas.
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.
When you are losing it can seem like there is a black cloud following you around, but like they say there is a silver lining in every cloud.
Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.
When I was six, God was a white man with a big beard riding on a white cloud.
That's the image television pumps.
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead
A narrow pond would form in the orchard, water clear as air covering grass and black leaves and fallen branches, all around it black leaves and drenched grass and fallen branches, and on it, slight as an image in an eye, sky, clouds, trees, our hovering faces and our cold hands.
Try to be a rainbow in someones cloud.
Winter came and the city [Chicago] turned monochrome -- black trees against gray sky above white earth. Night now fell in midafternoon, especially when the snowstorms rolled in, boundless prairie storms that set the sky close to the ground, the city lights reflected against the clouds
And then comes unhappiness, and one does not become unhappy either.
One says, 'A black cloud passing. I am the witness, the watcher.'
This depression comes over me whenever the Lord is preparing a larger blessing for my ministry; the cloud is black before it breaks, and overshadows before it yields its deluge of mercy. Depression has now become to me as a prophet in rough clothing, a John the Baptist, heralding the nearer coming of my Lord's richer benison
We're just trying to find some color in this black and white world
Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.
It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud.
The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising
We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud "electricity," and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?
I dont care if you're black, white, short, tall, skinny, rich or poor. If you respect me I'll respect you
My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.
There is no morality in the mushroom cloud.
The black rain of nuclear ashes will fall alike on the just and the unjust. And then it will be too late to wish that we had done the real work of this atomic age, which is to seek a world that is neither red nor dead.
O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.
We all have bad days, but one thing is true; no cloud is so dark that the sun can't shine through.
That's the result of the black cloud on baseball, .
. Until it's rid of steroids, people are naturally going to think that.
Hope abides; therefore I abide. Countless frustrations have not cowed me. I am still alive, vibrant with life. The black cloud will disappear, The morning sun will appear once again In all its supernal glory.
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
You're welcome in my house when this is over.
We'll open a cask of Master al'Vere's best brandy. We'll remember those who fell, and we'll tell our children how we stood when the clouds turned black and the world started to die. We'll tell them we stood shoulder to shoulder, and there was just no space for the Shadow to squeeze through.
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.