The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is no cloud above my head - there is not even a mist.
On the morrow the horizon was covered with clouds- a thick and impenetrable curtain between earth and sky, which unhappily extended as far as the Rocky Mountains. It was a fatality!
I always believe that the sky is the beginning of the limit.
If we as a society do not understand 'the cloud,' in all its aspects - what data it holds, how it works, what the bargains are we make as we engage with it, we'll all be the poorer for it, I believe.
Behind every cloud is another cloud.
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
There's a bright spot in every dark cloud.
We have been travelling through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began.
We have chased away the clouds, the sky is all 'rose.'
In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.