Quotes About Sky

and above the building like a backdrop is a moonless sky, which earlier, in the afternoon, was hung with clouds but tonight isn't.

A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating.

if it be rainin' then there do be water pourin' from the sky.

Wanna fly. Stryk Redkite flyover mountain like sky-clouds," the big bird wailed. John folded his spectacles away. "Huh, now we must wait? Try telling her that.

THE BIG YELLOW ONE IS THE SUN!!!

Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.

Everything is made of words, and the words had done their job. I could even say they had done it well. They had risen in a confusing swarm and spun around in spirals, ever higher, colliding and separating, golden insects, messengers of friendship and knowledge, higher, higher, into that region of the sky where the day turns into night and reality into dreams, regal words on their nuptial flight, always higher, until their marriage is finally consummated at the summit of the world.

The Greek religion explained that diffuse band of light in the night sky as the milk of Hera, squirted from her breast across the heavens, a legend that is the origin of the phrase Westerners still use—the Milky Way.

Thus, 99 percent of the Earth's atmosphere is of biological origin. The sky is made by life.

New generations grew to maturity wholly ignorant of the sky that had transfixed their ancestors and that had stimulated the modern age of science and technology.

A radio telescope works more like a light meter than a camera. You point it toward some fairly broad region of the sky, and it records how much energy, in a particular radio frequency, is coming down to Earth.

Up there in the skies was also a metaphor of immortality.

It is therefore impossible that reason not previously instructed should imagine anything other than that the Earth is a kind of vast house with the vault of the sky placed on top of it;

Hanya langit. Terkadang saya merasa saya akan jatuh ke langit.

Dois homens chegaram a um buraco no céu. Um pediu ao outro ajuda para se erguer até a abertura... Mas era tão bonito no céu que o homem que espiou pela beirada esqueceu tudo, esqueceu o companheiro a quem tinha prometido ajudar a subir e simplesmente saiu correndo para entrar em todo o esplendor celeste. De um poema em prosa esquimó iglulik, do início do século XX, recitado por Inugpasugjuk a Knud Rasmussen, o explorador ártico da Groenlândia

I don't know what the beach of Laguna is like now but in the thirties it was a fine place to pass summer days. There was constant volleyball, there was surfing and surfers, there was an artist colony and there was so on and so forth and all of it was delightful. It seems to me that the best part of all was riding our bikes up the canyon at first dark in those days when the sky was still a poem. And

Night poured over the desert. It came suddenly, in purple. In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way.

People don't alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.

Red sky at night, the city's alight.

A shepherd's crown, not a royal one. A crown for someone who knew where she had come from. A crown for the lone light zigzagging through the night sky, hunting for a single lost lamb. A crown for the shepherd who was there to herd away the predators.

A year ago astronomers across the Discworld had been puzzled to see the stars gently wheel across the sky as the world-turtle executed a roll. The thickness of the world never allowed them to see why, but Great A'Tuin's ancient head had snaked out and down and had snapped right out of the sky the speeding asteroid that would, had it hit, have meant that no one would ever have needed to buy a diary ever again.

Same with gorillas. Whoops, they say, sky gone all red, stars crashing to ground, what they putting in the bananas these days?

It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.

The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.