Cloud Metaphor Quotes

The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.

You see, time is an ocean, not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud.

In Hong Kong, 'wonton' means swallowing a cloud.

If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper? ?To be? is to inter-be. We cannot just be by ourselves alone. We have to inter-be with every other thing. This sheet of paper is, because everything else is.

He is much stronger than I think I am. He is mischievous, outgoing, ready to soar through the clouds, while I often feel like the cloud itself.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.

However much in the foreground depression feels, you are separate to it. This is going to sound cheesy, but I'd say you are the sky. A cloud comes and dominates the sky. But the sky is still the sky. Depression tells you everything is going to get worse, but that's a symptom. Don't give depression power - constantly discredit it.

It is during fertility that a female loses herself and enters that cloud overly rich in estrogen.

Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.

Why is Cloud 9 so amazing? What is wrong with Cloud 8?

It's always sunny above the clouds. Always. Every day on earth - every day I have ever had - was secretly sunny, after all.

My films are like clouds: their meaning keeps changing every minute.

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.

Infrastructures of power always inhabit the surface of the earth somehow, or the skies above the earth. They're material things, always, and even though the metaphors we use to describe them are often immaterial - for example, we might describe the Internet as the Cloud or cyberspace - those metaphors are wildly misleading.

A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion... this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.