I will tell the stork-man.
Tamora Pierceanalyzing through special insight and realizing the lack of inherent existence constitute understanding of the signless.
Gautama BuddhaIf I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
Emily BrontëThe 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. . .
Tag: sun childhood weather the-book-thief cloud max liesel
They would set their course toward it, seeing it grow bigger silently and imperceptibly, a motionless growth--and then, when they were at it, when they were about to bang their noses with a shock against its seeming solid mass, the sun would dim. Wraiths of mist suddenly moving like serpents of the air would coil about them for a second. Grey damp would be around them, and the sun, a copper penny, would fade away. The wings next to their own wings would shade into vacancy, until each bird was a lonely sound in cold annihilation, a presence after uncreation. And there they would hang in chartless nothing, seemingly without speed or left or right or top or bottom, until as suddenly as ever the copper penny glowed and the serpents writhed.
T.H. WhiteShadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
Markus ZusakTag: sun water shadows holes cloud forgot
What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.
The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.
But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .
What a soft thoughtful time.
In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.
Tag: imagination vision illusion color june summer bloom clouds scent cool air cloud gloom daydream riot blooming cloudy haze illusory overcast vapor
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Dejan StojanovicTag: poetry philosophy god rain literature poets quotes clouds cloud poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic the-sun-watches-the-sun
Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.
Anthony LiccioneDecember's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
John GeddesTag: frost breath memory winter december summer cloud
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