#clouds

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#clouds #pillow #obedience

When I could hold my eyes open long enough, I did stare up at the rain pelting down on me. I’ve never looked at it like that, straight up into the sky, and while I flinched more than I could actually see, when I could see it was absolutely beautiful. Like each drop rocketing towards me was separate from the thousands of others and for a suspended moment in time, I could glimpse it and see its delicate facets. I saw the gray clouds churning above me and felt the car shake when the wind from the traffic pushed against it. I shivered even though it’s warm enough to swim. But nothing I saw or felt or heard was as warm and fascinating as Andrew’s closeness. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#rain #roofs #beauty

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. ↗

— Jonny Wilkinson

#become #clouds #falling #grabbing #like

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. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#clouds #come #entire #forgetfulness #forgetting

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought. ↗

— Edward Young

#down #drop #estates #may #must

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. ↗

— Renee Zellweger

#clouds #day #drifted #find #floated

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

#cheerfulness #clouds #daylight #fills #flash

Life was something you didn't argue with, because when it came down to it, whether you barracked for God or nothing at all, life was all there was. And death. ↗

— Tim Winton

#tim-winton #death

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ↗

— John Lubbock

#across #clouds #day #float #grass

Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man. ↗

— Orison Swett Marden

#animate #clouds #crystal #every #existence