Low Clouds Quotes

#1. I suppose we could use some rain," and the Colonel looked up at the low clouds coming in fast and threatening, and then he said, "Well, use it or not, we're sure as shit going to get some." And we sure as shit did.

John Green

#2. A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream.

Blaise Cendrars

#3. The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Dag Hammarskjold

#4. When she shouted, the gulls hidden by the dune buckshot the low clouds.

Lauren Groff

#5. The sky, drunk with spring and giddy with its fumes, thickened with clouds. Low clouds, drooping at the edges like felt sailed over the woods and rain leapt from them, warm, smelling of soil and sweat, and washing the last of the black armor-plating of ice from the earth.

Boris Pasternak

#6. Basic problem is that all models are wrong - not got enough middle and low level clouds.

Phil Jones

#7. My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.

Dorothy Parker

#8. Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In

Cherie Priest

#9. It almost rained Saturday.The clouds hung low over the farm.The air felt thick.It smelled like rain.
In town,the sidewalks got damp, that was all.

Karen Hesse

#10. At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.

David Mitchell

#11. 1821, I told him, noting mailboxes of castles and pirate ships and the street numbers painted on them. I had to fis hmy penlight from my pack to see the numbers; streetlights were scarce, and the sky bulged with low, sooty clouds instead of helpful moonlight.

Dia Reeves

#12. - Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.

William Wordsworth

#13. The fog, which Meg knew from her father wasn't fog at all, but low-lying clouds, began to burn off as the morning sun continued its climb through a blue-gray sky. The Golden Gate Bridge came into focus right before her eyes through a cloud that caressed the crimson metal into view.

Tracy Ewens

#14. When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds and our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, we will know that we are living in the creative turmoil of a genuine civilization struggling to be born.

Martin Luther King Jr.

#15. The sun was directly overhead, but blotted out by low storm clouds as depressing as suicide.

Keith C. Blackmore

#16. The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.

John Milton

#17. Later, Phyllis said that the one thing she remembered above all else about that week was the rain. A cold, driving rain from low-hanging clouds that never let up and never let the sun peek through. But then, that Sunday morning as she pulled her car into the hospital

Eben Alexander

#18. ... back then the sky seemed so vast.

And now the sky above me... is low, and narrow, and heavy.

Inio Asano

#19. Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.

Bhartrhari

#20. The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#21. And every moment one expects the sky to fling a barrage from clouds so leaden they hang low across the city roofs and drown the horizon.

Anne Perry