Best summer & clouds Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Oh, yesterday, that one, we all cry out. Oh, that one! How rich and possible everything was! How ripe, ready, lavish, and filled with excitement--how hopeful we were on those summer days, under the clean, white racing clouds. Oh, yesterday!”

White Rich Cry Ready Summer Filled Clean Clouds Yesterday Excitement Hopeful Racing Ripe Summer Days

Book:Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems

Source: Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems

“T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer fruits desert the bough”

Way Flower Bears Gay Summer Spring Fruit Clouds Desert Autumn Brows

Author:Thomas Gray

“Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.”

Fire Objects Inspire Summer Clouds Electric Flash Kindred

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon.”

Source: The Infinite Sea: The Second Book of the 5th Wave

“The axe and saw are insanely busy, chips are flying thick as snowflakes, and every summer thousands of acres of priceless forests, with their underbrush, soil, springs, climate, scenery, and religion, are vanishing away in clouds of smoke, while, except in the national parks, not one forest guard is employed.”

Source: JOHN MUIR Ultimate Collection: Travel Memoirs, Wilderness Essays, Environmental Studies & Letters (Illustrated): Picturesque California, The Treasures of the Yosemite, Our National Parks, Steep Trails, Travels in Alaska, A Thousand-mile Walk to the Gulf, Save the Redwoods, The Cruise of the Corwin and more

“A summer breeze can be very refreshing; but if we try to put it in a tin can so we can have it entirely to ourselves, the breeze will die. Our beloved is the same. He is like a breeze, a cloud, a flower. If you imprison him in a tin can, he will die. Yet many people do just that. They rob their loved one of his liberty, until he can no longer be himself. They live to satisfy themselves and use their loved one to help them fulfill that. That is not loving; it is destroying.”

People Ifs Love Trying Helping Use Dies Liberty Flower Summer Clouds Beloved Destroying Loved Ones Breeze Refreshing Tin Tin Cans Summer Breeze

Author:Nhat Hanh

“What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!”

Flower Summer Green Clouds Grass Twilight Orange Violet

Book:Poems and prose

Source: Poems and prose

“Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains with their right aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontaneous verdure; her brought deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies, kindling waves in the magic of the summer clouds and glorious sunshine;-no, never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery.”

“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.”

“Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.”

Lying Stars Study Summer Clouds Grass Branches Lazy Slips Permission Annuals Summertime Being Lazy

Author:Regina Brett

“Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat clouds in the sky to make them thick. They are gaunt, mean shadows that bite the ground like teeth. As the sun nears the horizon, its benevolent yellow begins to deepen, to become infected, until it glares an angry inflamed orange. It throws a variegated glow over the horizon.”

Mean Form Sun Tree Sky Summer Shadow Angry Clouds Teeth Fats Horizon Bites Yellow Thick Orange Benevolent Breadth Glare

Book:Salem's Lot

Source: Salem's Lot

“a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.”

Sometimes Break Gone Summer Red Clouds Innocent Yellow Sunlight Orange Purple Beam Nostalgic

Book:Salem's Lot

Source: Salem's Lot

“I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty heart to dust. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.”

“Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.”

Men Moving Summer Investing Clouds Conviction Every Man Comforting Summer Days

Author:Bertrand Russell

“I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.”

Want Reality Night Air Tears Summer Empty Clouds Legs Block Burning Hills Throat Concrete Floating Lungs Floats Summer Nights Floating Away

Book:The Kite Runner: Rejacketed

Source: The Kite Runner: Rejacketed

“That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.”

“Is it my fault if I do not look like an English girl and I do not talk like a Nigerian? Well, who says an English girl must have skin as pale as the clouds that float across her summers? Who says a Nigerian girl must speak in fallen English...?”

Ifs Wells Looks Girl Speak Summer Skins Faults Clouds Fallen Pale Floats

Book:Chris Cleave Ebook Boxed Set: Little Bee, Incendiary, Gold

Source: Chris Cleave Ebook Boxed Set: Little Bee, Incendiary, Gold

“It was anyway all a long time ago; the world, we know now, is as it is and not different; if there was ever a time when there were passages, doors, the borders open and many crossing, that time is not now. The world is older than it was. Even the weather isn’t as we remember it clearly once being; never lately does there come a summer day such as we remember, never clouds as white as that, never grass as odorous or shade as deep and full of promise as we remember they can be, as once upon a time they were.”

Ifs Knows World Long Doe Different Remember White Doors Promise Summer Long Time Clouds Weather Grass Borders Shade Passages Long Time Ago Crossings Once Upon A Time Summer Days

Author:John Crowley

“I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.”

“Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.”

Made House Sun Ocean Summer Winter Clouds Glorious Buried Bosoms Discontent Summer And Winter

Book:William Shakespeare: The Complete Works

Source: William Shakespeare: The Complete Works

“Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.”

Done Would Be Next Left Four Tree Months Summer Green South Clouds Sunday Autumn September

Author:Ali Smith

“The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.”

Heart War Hands Song Language White Silence Morning Tree Divine Wind Summer Clouds Storm Goodbye Handkerchiefs

Author:Pablo Neruda

“Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.”

Firsts White Sun Summer Gold Hot Clouds Snow Eggs Sovereign Silk Spoons Daffodil Handkerchiefs Summer Sun

Book:Code Name Verity

Source: Code Name Verity

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

Ifs Knows Summer Garden Clouds Colour Visible Gardening Rainbow Gardener Gardening And God Summer Garden Summer Wind

Author:Robert Bridges

“So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.”

Eye Time Dies Summer Clouds Wave Storm Shore Fades Gale

Book:The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld: In Two Volumes

Source: The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld: In Two Volumes

“Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.”

Sometimes Care Joy Cold Succeed Summer Seasons Winter Clouds Barren Evermore Winter Days Summer And Winter

Book:The Works of William Shakespeare: The first, second, and third parts of King Henry VI. The first part of the contention, &c. The true tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt. King Richard III

Source: The Works of William Shakespeare: The first, second, and third parts of King Henry VI. The first part of the contention, &c. The true tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt. King Richard III

“O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.”

Heart May Forget Months Summer Spring Rose Clouds June Blossoming Lilac Transfiguration

Book:Aragon: Poet of the French Resistance

Source: Aragon: Poet of the French Resistance

“The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.”

Space Sky Genius Summer Winter Clouds Emptiness Consolation Statues July Neurosis Nameless Refills

Book:The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

Source: The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

“While I was watching you, exotic words drifted across the mirror of my mind as summer clouds drift across the sky.”

Mind Sky Summer Mirrors Clouds Exotic Of My Mind

Author:Cornel Wilde

“Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: As star at dawn, a bubble in a stream A flash of lightning in a summer cloud A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream”