Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.

Aren't the clouds beautiful? I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what's happening up there.

I know: If you're looking down at Earth, you're looking through an atmosphere that has a bit of haze in many places and not just occasional clouds.

When I look at the clouds over the Earth, and I know how high clouds are, I get a sense we are really, really far above those clouds. I wouldn't call it scary, but I am aware I am in space.

The earth is a beautiful planet.

That is the earth, he thought. Not a globe thousands of kilometers around, but a forest with a shining lake, a house hidden at the crest of a hill, high in the trees, a grassy slope leading upwards from the water, fish leaping and birds strafing to take the bugs that lived at the border between water and sky. Earth was the constant noise of crickets, and winds, and birds

And some day there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so often with such anguish. Some day, with the last exhaustion, peace will come and the motherly earth will gather me back home. It won't be the end of things, only a way of being born again, a bathing and a slumbering where the old and the withered sink down, where the young and new begin to breathe. Then, with other thoughts, I will walk along streets like these, and listen to streams, and overhear what the sky says in the evening, over and over and over.

At the same time, there's something magnificent about volcanoes; they created the atmosphere that we need for breathing.

We discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

I have likewise made many 'skies' and effects - for I wish it could be said of me as Fuselli says of Rembrandt, 'he followed nature in her calmest abodes and could pluck a flower on every hedge - yet he was born to cast a steadfast eye on the bolder phenomena of nature'... We have had noble clouds & effects of light & dark & color.

It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.

It will be difficult to name a class of landscape in which the sky is not the key note, the standard of scale, and the chief organ of sentiment.

Clouds are no deterrent. Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light.

Clouds suit my mood just fine.

A landscape, torn by mists and clouds, in which I can see ruins of old churches, as well as of Greek temples - that is Brahms.

It is the music which makes it what it is; it is the music which changes the place from the rear room of a saloon in back of the yards to a fairy place, a wonderland, a little comer of the high mansions of the sky.

I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!

Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in