We've found 13 quotes for 'mushroom-shaped cloud' (0.101 seconds):
| "Look at the bow in the cloud, in the very rain itself. That is a sign that the sun, though you cannot see it, is shining still -- that up above beyond the cloud is still sunlight and warmth and cloudless blue sky." »Charles Kingsley |
| "I am...a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then." »John M. Ford |
| "We are shaped by our thoughts. We become what we think." »Buddha |
| "We are shaped and fashioned by what we love." »Johann von Goethe |
| "The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted." »Martha Graham |
| "A Shade upon the mind there passesAs when on NoonA cloud the mighty Sun encloses." »Emily Elizabeth Dickinson |
| "Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day." »Bertrand Russell |
| "My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping load, Like a friend hid in a cloud." »William Blake |
| "It is in your moments of decision that your life is shaped. Develop your decision-making muscles." »Anthony Robbins |
| "History, although sometimes made up of the few acts of the great, is more often shaped by the many acts of the small." »Mark Yost |
| "With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow - I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honors acquired by unrighteousness are to me as a floating cloud." »Confucius |
| "Hamlet Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel Polonius By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale Polonius Very like a whale." »William Shakespeare |
| "Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun." »William Shakespeare |
| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |
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