Quotes by Clouds And what a prize we have to fight for: no less than the chance to banish from our land the dark divisive clouds of Marxist socialism. Margaret Thatcher fightingdarkclouds Clouds suit my mood just fine. Marie Lu suitsmoodclouds I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not. Margaret Atwood poisoncloudsfall 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. Mario Andretti failureblackclouds God is not a Power residing in the clouds. He is an unseen Power residing within us and nearer to us than finger nails to the flesh. Mahatma Gandhi unseengodclouds 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. Marilynne Robinson eyeairclouds The sky may be overcast today with clouds, but a fervent prayer to God is enough to dispel them. Mahatma Gandhi prayergodclouds Keep your head in the clouds and your hands on the keyboard. Marissa Meyer keyboardscloudshands Nor ever yet the melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues to me have shone so pleasing, as when first the hand of science pointed out the path in which the sun-beams gleaming from the west fall on the watery cloud. Mark Akenside cloudshandsfall It's possible to do computing in the Cloud, PlayStation 4 can do computing in the Cloud. We do something today: Matchmaking is done in the Cloud and it works very well. If we think about things that don't work well... Trying to boost the quality of the graphics, that won't work well in the Cloud. Mark Cerny cloudstryingthinking You’ll join me sooner than you know in a place with . . . no illusions, where the truth is the only architecture, the only color, the only sound--where that which we sense merely on occasion, and which takes us up and gives us the rare and beautiful glimpses of the things we truly love, flows in deep rivers and tumbles about like clouds in the sky. Mark Helprin colorcloudsbeautiful Gray and overcast from my earthly perspective, but it's sunny above these storm clouds. Grace lets us see life from God's point of view. Mark Hart perspectiveviewsclouds Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward. Mark Nepo lightsunclouds Housework hassles go on, are never resolved, and will probably extend into the afterlife ('Why am I the one who takes the clouds to the dry cleaners?'). Marni Jackson afterlifegoes-onclouds (I was) happily contended to be climbing the heights and the clouds by the brush method.. ...rendering the God-spirit in the mountains. Marsden Hartley climbingmountainclouds The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . . Markus Zusak skyblueclouds 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. Marquis de Sade husbandcloudspregnancy Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about. Markus Zusak shadowcloudswater They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds. Markus Zusak fatestupidclouds So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on top of each other. There is air like plastic, a horizon like setting glue. There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking, and there are soft, coal-coloured clouds, beating, like black hearts. And then. There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone. Markus Zusak cloudsheartmemories«3637383940414243444546»
