Top 105 Clouds Quotes

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

In the next couple of years, part of every film’s process is going to be to adjust the images. And it’ll be to change the color of an actor’s tie or change the little smirky thing he’s doing with his mouth. Or you can put in more clouds or move the tree a little bit.

When you can stand over the clouds and watch them roll through the mountains below you, it shifts absolutely everything in your brain.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas. I never would have imagined that one day I would follow one of those clouds and find myself in Hollywood.

I love people where, at the end of the day, they’ll pick up a paintbrush and paint clouds. They can physically make things.

We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.

I studied what the Germans call the Naturwissenschaften, the natural sciences. Everything from biology to geology. How the clouds are formed, how the animals live, and what makes the rocks. So I know about nature. Period.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

In planes, I used to try to look behind the clouds to see if I saw an angel.

You see, I had been riding with the storm clouds, and had come to earth as rain, and it was drought that I had killed with the power that the Six Grandfathers gave me.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

I think of ‘Beyond The Clouds’ very fondly. Yes, it has not been seen by a lot of people in theatres. I had anticipated more people would watch it. But that has to do with something I don’t know well: marketing. A lot of people didn’t even know that it was a Hindi film.

Traveling is irritating to me, but not driving. Going to the airport makes me nervous, but when I set out to just take a leisurely drive, it’s blue skies and puffy clouds and time.

I’m a practical person. Most fashion people live in the clouds, and they’re full of it. I live like a human being – or, I try to – and I have to be intelligent; I have to be practical. I’m a great believer in common sense, and the older I get, I see that common sense is not that common.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

The academy at Abidjan was my school of education. At 16, they sent me the boots and jersey with my name on the back. You can imagine how I felt: in the clouds.

I do sing a bit, a solo called ‘Rubies,’ and the female vocals on ‘In Paradisum,’ ‘The Sound of Silence,’ and ‘Sapphire Clouds’.

All animals communicate. What’s special about gossip is that it’s not about the here and now. You don’t gossip about lions. You don’t gossip about clouds. You only gossip about other people. And once you do, you can keep track of many more people – this is the basis for forming larger communities.

When you’re obsessive, like me, searching for something unattainable can become unhealthy… it’s like falling through the air and grabbing at the clouds.

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

I can easily be lying in the gutter with someone kicking mud in my face tomorrow as easily as I can float in the clouds with angels sprinkling fairy dust in my hair. So, I make an effort to treat both success and failure equally.

The more often we see the things around us – even the beautiful and wonderful things – the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds – even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.

The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations – each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony.

My childhood bedroom had wallpaper that was printed with clouds and rainbows.

I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.

I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.

All it takes is one drink to mess with the way you drive – it clouds your judgment and slows your reflexes. Don’t take any chances. It just isn’t worth it.

On the morrow the horizon was covered with clouds- a thick and impenetrable curtain between earth and sky, which unhappily extended as far as the Rocky Mountains. It was a fatality!

We see what music can do for people. Hell, we see what music does for us! When you see thousands of people out in front of you, it’s fixing their lives. It’s helping. It’s healing. It’s bigger than the inconvenience of jealousy or emotional storm clouds.

When you’re in a fighter jet and there’s a dark layer of clouds with just one blue hole with the sun going through it, you shoot for that hole. You go vertical into the light, and suddenly, instead of gray and dark, it’s light and blue. You are totally connected with the elements. You are in another world.

The best time for most people is the time when we hit the bed. To drain the entire day’s energy into the undiscovered realm of dreams. To see and meet the unknown while we snooze swimming in the clouds.

My own zigzag path through life led me back to Santa Cruz in the early Eighties, and I have revisited regularly since. The place hasn’t changed: head in the clouds, backside on the hills and feet in the ocean – one of the most decent and beautiful places on earth.

I understand the atmosphere better than I ever did before. You feel the thermals while paragliding. You are in the clouds. Chasing a storm puts you in front of the cloud, not a book. I hope to learn as I do these things.

Chuseok is coming soon, and I hope you spend a good time with your family. You can spend Chuseok with ‘Moonlight Drawn by Clouds’ as well.

I read this book when I was young. It’s about a black girl growing up in Heaven, Ohio. The cover has a black girl with clouds behind her. It was the first book cover I ever saw with a girl that looked like me.

I have been around in Pune. I was here to shoot my first film, ‘Beyond The Clouds,’ at a vegetable market. I remember the pungent smells were so overwhelming, and I’ve seen the biggest jackfruits and pumpkins there. It was a fun experience.

I want to be lazier. This is the luxurious dream I have: Doing nothing all day, just watching the clouds and DVDs.

It’s a vast, lonely, forbidding expanse of nothing rather like clouds and clouds of pumice stone. And it certainly does not appear to be a very inviting place to live or work.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

If music ever needs FDA approval in the future, bands like this will be the reason why; Magic Kids’ sugar-coated songs paint a mental picture of smiling clouds and double rainbows, with a unicorn or two tossed in for good measure.

I never had a plan B; I would walk around with my head up in the clouds like, ‘I’m going to be a famous singer/rapper person one day.’

I always think of the Pacific Northwest as giant trees and rain and clouds and dampness, like the Native American art from that area. That all says Pacific Northwest to me. Salmon. It really only exists on the Western side of the Cascades.

The atmosphere at the Estadio Vicente Calderon is fantastic, and puts the players’ motivation up into the clouds.

The Hudson River lay flat and black like a lost evening glove. The clouds parted overhead as the distant moon threw a single, bright beam over lower Manhattan as though it were looking for its other half.

I don’t know what my formula is. I only know I like my characters to walk in clouds. I like a little bit of the fairy tale. Let others photograph the ugliness of the world. I don’t want to distress people.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

I have never made fun of religion. Religion is something I don’t even want to mess with, because I am really afraid of the clouds opening up and my being struck by lightning.

As civilisation advances, the deities lessen in number, the divine powers become concentrated more and more in one Being, and God rules over the whole earth, maketh the clouds his chariot, and reigns above the waterfloods as a king.

When you fall in love, you genuinely hear violin being played in the background. You genuinely feel that clouds are bursting and you look at every small thing as really beautiful.