#clouds

when we look up, it widens our horizons. we see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race. ↗

— Julia Gregson

#horizon #meditation #religion #sky #thinking

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm. ↗

— Albert Camus

#brings #clouds #inevitably #myth #production

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. ↗

— Paul Tillich

#leaves #moving #murmuring #respond #sea

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

— Robert Bridges

#colour #garden #i #know #rainbow

A cloud is made of billows upon billows upon billows that look like clouds. As you come closer to a cloud you don't get something smooth, but irregularities at a smaller scale. ↗

— Benoit Mandelbrot

#closer #cloud #clouds #come #get

How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature! ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#london #morning #nature #petty-ambitions #sherlock-holmes

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#heart #love #poetry #love

come mon vieux, the stomach calls. A simple but satisfying meal, that is what i perscribe. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#death

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

— Robert Wyatt

#honest #i #mystic #nostalgia #prefer

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