#cloud

It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride. ↗

— Charles Godfrey Leland

#before #between #breeze #bride #call

Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated. ↗

— Mary Todd Lincoln

#come #darkness #day #heaven #just

At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are. ↗

— Czeslaw Milosz

#bare #bare feet #because #called #clouds

Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow. ↗

— Susanna Moodie

#beams #behind #clouds #dark #encouraging

I have trespassed upon your time too long. I will take my departure with a thousand thanks for your amibility. Not at all. I wish you would have had a bannana. You are most amiable ↗

— Agatha Christie

#death

Astronomers are greatly disappointed when, having traveled halfway around the world to see an eclipse, clouds prevent a sight of it; and yet a sense of relief accompanies the disappointment. ↗

— Simon Newcomb

#around #astronomers #clouds #disappointed #disappointment

Strength of mind rests in sobriety; for this keeps your reason unclouded by passion. ↗

— Pythagoras

#mind #passion #reason #rests #sobriety

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. ↗

— Ernest Shackleton

#clearing #clouds #crest #enormous #had

You will go to the lady and say certain things as i instruct you Suppose she sends for the police? She will not send for the police You cannot know that ! Mon cher, practically speaking, i know EVERYTHING ↗

— Agatha Christie

#death

The Walker towered over him like a half-built skyscraper with a bad attitude. Its bulbous silver head was home to so many weapons that Nick couldn't even count them. He couldn't even name half of them. ↗

— Peter James West

#science-fiction #tales-if-cinnamon-city #attitude