Heart Clouds Quotes

#1. The storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

Therese Of Lisieux

#2. Revolution? Change? What I really want, with all my heart, is for the atonic clouds to stop greyly lathering the sky. What I want is to see the blue emerge, a truth that is clear and sure because it is nothing and wants nothing.

Fernando Pessoa

#3. Pearl spent the passing days buried so deep in the musty, dusty sorcery tomes that sometimes when she emerged, she spoke in archaic english. "Hast thou a light?" she'd asked him this afternoon when her study room had grown dark with gathering clouds.

Gail Dayton

#4. The sky has a huge heart open for all clouds even on the gloomiest of days.

Munia Khan

#5. The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow

Sonya Watson

#6. Others have falsely claimed to be the inspiration for Tom Booker in The Horse Whisperer. The one who truly inspired me was Buck Brannaman. His skill, understanding and his gentle, loving heart have parted the clouds for countless troubled creatures. Buck is the Zen master of the horse world.

Nicholas Evans

#7. You fill my heart with dark clouds and turn away when my eyes begin to rain.

Jenim Dibie

#8. When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#9. O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#10. But these clouds won't leave
Walk away
Barely breathing
As I'm lying on the floor
Take my heart
As you're leaving
I don't need it anymore

Mayday Parade

#11. At the heart of the cyclone
tearing the sky
And flinging the clouds
and the towers by
Is a place of central calm;
So here in the roar of mortal things,
I have a place where my spirit sings,
In the hollow of God's palm.

Edwin Markham

#12. In Nature, things are broken with a purpose - clouds break to pour rains, rivers break to water fields, fields break to yield crops, seeds break to yield plants ... so if ever you feel broken, understand that you must be part of a better and more beautiful purpose ...

Debashis Dey

#13. A great yellow circle above the cornfield had slipped out from behind some clouds. The moon. It was the first moon Flora had ever seen. Her heart filled with the beauty of it, and she made a promise to herself. I will be prepared. And I won't live forever inside this pen.

Chris Kurtz

#14. Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.

John B. Tabb

#15. The rain has stopped, the clouds have drifted away,and the weather is clear again. If your heart is pure, then all things in your world are pure ... Then the moon and flowers will guide you along the Way

Ryokan

#16. God is the Sun and when His rays fall upon your heart, not impeded by the clouds of egoism, the lotus blooms and the petals unfold.

Sathya Sai Baba

#17. Do you remember the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders While chasing the clouds away Our hearts were ringing In the key that our souls were singing. As we danced in the night, Remember how the stars stole the night away.

Maurice White

#18. Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into grey. Maddie's heart had somehow faded with it.

David Paul Kirkpatrick

#19. There was the world and there is you, where I belong clouds are more powerful than the sun.

Pushpa Rana

#20. True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds - a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.

Jim Bishop

#21. My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

Rabindranath Tagore

#22. The moon passes into clouds
so hurt by the street lights
of your glance oh my heart

Frank O'Hara

#23. And Summer, dear Summer, hath years of June,
With large white clouds, and cool showers at noon;
And a beauty that grows to a weight like grief,
Till a burst of tears is the heart's relief.

George MacDonald

#24. Wipe away the tears, cleanse your throat so you may speak and hear, restore the heart to its right place, remove the clouds from the sun in the sky.

Zoe Saadia

#25. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#26. Fly high... Where the only chill that cuts through you is the wind. Where your heart pounds from exhilaration not disappointment and after ascending through cloudy wisps, brushing your wings, there is only the clear blue horizon beckoning you forth....

Virginia Alison

#27. Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whore red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly
...
Oh my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers

Sylvia Plath

#28. Nobody introduces us to inspiration ... it glows in our thoughts, it lives in our heart,
It is all around us in the form of sunshine, in the clouds. It changes our reality - choice lies with us.

Balroop Singh

#29. He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

Laura Kinsale

#30. Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.

Alfred Tennyson

#31. Light came out of this river since - you say Knights? Yes, but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

Joseph Conrad

#32. So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.

Lord Byron

#33. One time, your heart almost slipped away on a river
barge. Your hands seemed to claw the sky. I'm sorry.
No one else made anything out of those streaked clouds.
The fact that it happened is proof enough for me.

Richard Jackson

#34. When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you're breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder.

Ruth Ozeki

#35. What's nice about both clouds, and art, is that you can look at them and just resonate. That can be good for both the heart and the mind.

Ogden W. Rogers

#36. Gods must be crazy
Flowers must be daisy
Clouds must be hazy
Winds must be lazy
What else it could be ...
My heart must be in love lately ...

Heenashree Khandelwal

#37. Yes; the poem goes something like this: 'Bamboo without mind, yet sends thoughts soaring among clouds. Standing on the lone mountain, quiet, dignified, it typifies the will of a gentleman.
Painted and written with light heart, Wu Chen.'
Sunday, May 31, 1992

Audrey Niffenegger

#38. Memories must enter the bloodstream, must churn awhile through the heart's mill, must be crushed and polished, be nearly forgotten or cling like burs to other stories before they spill forth in purple patterns, shapes of small bones and worm rot, shapes of clouds and the spaces between leaves.

Keith Miller

#39. When we look deeply into the heart of a flower, we see clouds, sunshine, minerals, time, the earth, and everything else in the cosmos in it. Without clouds there could be no rain, and without rain there would be no flower.

Nhat Hanh

#40. Grief! thou art classed amongst the depressing passions. And true it is that thou humblest to the dust, but also thou exaltest to the clouds. Thou shakest us with ague, but also thou steadiest like frost. Thou sickenest the heart, but also thou healest its infirmities.

Thomas De Quincey

#41. So spoke Grenouille the Great and, while the peasantry of scent danced and celebrated beneath him, he glided with wide-stretched wings down from his golden clouds, across the nocturnal fields of his soul, and home to his heart.

Patrick Suskind

#42. I have learned that bitterness, resentment and self-pity do nothing to lift the gloomy clouds of a spiritual February in my life. If anything, these sins only harden the soil of my heart, making it difficult for new growth to spring forth at God's appointed time.

Katherine J. Walden

#43. Raindrops fall from clouds of gray.
The fragile flowers grow.
Teardrops seem all I can say.
They speak of endless woe.
Your fingers wipe my grief away.
A seed of love you sow.
A hardened heart reverts to clay.
You mold my love just so.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#44. Music clouds the intellect but clarifies the heart.

Edward Abbey

#45. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

Joseph Conrad

#46. The Secret of a Human Bean is to do everything from the Heart and Think that You have the Knowledge to be Above the Clouds.

Jan Jansen

#47. The sun can give heat and light to the whole world, but he cannot do so when the clouds shut out his rays. Similarly as long as egotism veils the heart, God cannot shine upon it.

Ramakrishna

#48. When people look at clouds they do not see their real shape, which is no shape at all, or every shape, because they are constantly changing. They see whatever it is that their heart yearns for.

Jose Eduardo Agualusa

#49. You are the sunshine of my life, you take the clouds away and make me a rainbow every day. You're in my heart where you'll forever stay. I love you, sweetheart.

Stephanie

#50. Words blur at the borders, fuzz into other words, not just in big clouds of connotation around the edges of the word, but right there in the heart of denotation itself.

Kim Stanley Robinson

#51. Life is amazingly beautiful. Clouds and wind blowing through the trees makes such a sound of music that one can contour to their own heart.

Peace Gypsy

#52. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#53. The night came stealing my heart away, a million sparkling diamonds and the call of the coyote. Lost in an endless eternity of questions, only darkened clouds for paths. The edge breaks a golden seal, a blazing sun announcing a new day's miracle. Ann DeMarle

Kim Weiss

#54. Love, hope, and self-esteem, like clouds depart
And come, for some uncertain moments lent.
Man were immortal and omnipotent,
Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,
Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#55. Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.

Mary Renault

#56. Fasting cleanses the soul, raises the mind, subjects one's flesh to the spirit, renders the heart contrite and humble, scatters the clouds of concupiscence, quenches the fire of lust, and kindles the true light of chastity. Enter again into yourself.

Saint Augustine

#57. Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by

J.R.R. Tolkien

#58. At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that is a question which you must answer within your own heart.

Mark Helprin

#59. Today can be the Best Day of Your Life So Far. And it will be if you choose to see everything in your life today as a miracle. That includes the growing of the grass, the passing of a cloud, the smile on another's face ... and the beating of your own heart.

Neale Donald Walsch

#60. Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.

Ray Bradbury

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

Sylvia Plath

#62. The sun is still there ... even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again.

Elizabeth Goudge

#63. In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. I've been brave in the past, but now I'm beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot be dispersed. I can't think beyond the blackness of my clothes and heart.

Lisa See