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
Captivate Clouds Sky quotations
We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining cloud is one of the most majestic of all secondary lights.
He who seeks eternity should look at the sky, he who seeks the moment, should look at the cloud.
Let's build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.
I called to the other men that the sky was clearing, and then a moment later I realized that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but the white crest of an enormous wave.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
Gray skies are just clouds passing over.
Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.
You are the sky. The clouds are what happens, what comes and goes.
Above the clouds the sky is always blue.
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.
Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.
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.
The limit is the sky, and I live on cloud.
And I recognize my nemesis gon try, to put a finish in my shine. But pussy we'll hurt you, life in the power circle.
The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious.
And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.
True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds -- a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.
Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky.
When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear. Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.
Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.
I have made a sculpture … you will never be finished with it – when you pass around it or see it against the sky… something new goes on all the time… together with the sun, the light and the clouds, it makes a living thing.
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
My experiences remind me that it's those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.
The seasons do not push one another; neither do clouds race the wind across the sky. All things happen in their own good time.
The sky never changes: it is the cloud that is changing.
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.
Life is short if you don't notice it'll pass you by, That's why my head is in the clouds trying to pass the sky.
That's what I call meditation. You simply stand aloof and just see the mind disappearing, like a cloud on a faraway horizon, leaving the sky clean and pure. And in that state arises your consciousness in its full glory, in its full celebration.
If we look on idly, heaven and earth will never be joined.
To join heaven and earth, some decisive deed of purity is necessary. To accomplish so resolute an action, you have to stake your life, giving no thought to personal gain or loss.
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.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary.
When you take your step your dream comes true,you see the sky with fluffy clouds you take your breath-the flowers bloom you belth your way to the top of the mountain you see the sky it leaves you nothing but bumps the rain comes down the lighting hits you are the thunder and Im your lighting just deal with everything Naturally.
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.
I tend to follow a very nocturnal sort of existence mainly because I don't much care for sunlight. Bright colors of any kind depress me, in fact. And my moods are more or less inversely related to the clarity of the sky, on any given day.... my private motto has always been that behind every silver lining there is a cloud.
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world