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, till the afternoon sun glorifies a range of sky-mountains, beside whose stupendous heights earth’s loftiest range is dwarfed, and whose summits are white as no fuller on earth can white them. ~Alfred Rowland
Now, if God made the clouds so beautiful, did He not mean us to gaze upon them and be thankful for them? ~Alfred Rowland
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
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
We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that a savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter. ~Mark Twain
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
Sometimes it’s important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it’s essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow. ~Douglas Pagels, These Are the Gifts I’d Like to Give to You
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky…
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. ~Lord Byron
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills…
God’s glowing covenant. ~Hosea Ballou (rainbow)
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
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?
Don’t miss all the beautiful colors of the rainbow looking for that pot of gold. ~Author Unknown
I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life. ~Robert Brault, next_quotes_
The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown
With coloured clouds — large, light, and fugitive…
Rainbows apologize for angry skies. ~Sylvia Voirol
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
When you reduce life to black and white, you never see rainbows. ~Rachel Houston
The smiling daughter of the storm. ~Charles Caleb Colton (rainbow)
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
[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
The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. ~Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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.
God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas. ~Ralph Hodgson
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead —
When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow’s glory is shed….
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
What skilful limner e’er would choose
To paint the rainbow’s varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were given
To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
Clouds are like boogers hanging on the nostrils of the moon. ~Robin Williams
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 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
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.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine –
Unweave a rainbow.
~John Keats, “Lamia”
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. ~Terri Guillemets
I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky. ~Oscar Wilde
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…. ~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”
The white light streams down to be broken up by those human prisms into all the colors of the rainbow. Take your own color in the pattern and be just that. ~Charles R. Brown
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the other melting.
~Robert Southey (rainbow)
God’s illumined promise. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (rainbow)
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)
How oft,—be witness, Guardian of our days!…
The sky besprinkled o’er with rainbow hues,
As if angelic wings had wanton’d there;…
~Robert Montgomery, “Death,” A Universal Prayer; Death; A Vision of Heaven; and A Vision of Hell; &c. &c., 1829