Quotes About Sky

The hours dragged by and the black shadow of calamity brooded over the town, obscuring the hot sun until people looked up startled into the sky as if incredulous that it was clear and blue instead of murky and heavy with scudding clouds.

The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'. 'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'. 'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours.

Her need for love is as wide as that sky out there and as impossible for an unwinged mortal to fulfill.

It was a gusty day, and from the windows of Caroline's top-floor flat, only the sky was visible with its little hurrying clouds. It was a day when being indoors was meaningful, wasting an afternoon in superior confidences with a friend before the two-barred electric heater.

There was a wonderful sunset across the distant sky, reflected in the sea, streaked with blood and puffed with avenging purple and gold as if the end of the world had come without intruding on every-day life.

The sky is a blue so clean it verges on joy.

At four in the afternoon the old moon bleeds radiance into the grey sky.

to a cave-like hollow. The black river swept through the middle under a roof of trunks and branches. Jack looked up uneasily. He could see patches of sky, and it seemed little would be needed to bring the logs crashing down. But Olaf said the hollow had been there many years.

Esta gaviota vuela sobre el eterno cielo de Hanoi, como antes volaba el agresivo B-52. (de En El País de Vietnam)

All maps are fiction when the world is seen from the sky. But if ten thousand dragons choose to believe in this one, I think you will find it nearer truth than otherwise.

Out ahead of them, Arkady began something very like a marching song, chanting lines answered by the other ferals, their voices ringing out across the sky, each to each. Temeraire added his own to the chorus, and little Iskierka began to scrabble at his neck, demanding, What are they saying? What does it mean? We are flying home, Temeraire said, translating. We are all flying home.

The sea, the sky, the air see us as trouble.   They're right of course. We see each other as the landmarks of a day.   History doesn't see us. It doesn't see us at all.   From this we should draw one ounce of relief. At

Presents are delivered from the sky, in every package a prize, a chance, to choke, to suffocate, to forget, yes to forget every last word ever spoken of man higher in the scale than animal creation, the gorilla and the tiger being mere beasts while man has shrines, altars, lights, books awarding him personal immortality, books not yet banned nor burned.

Summer Stars - 1878-1967 Bend low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars, Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl, So near you are, summer stars, So near, strumming, strumming, So lazy and hum-strumming.

That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.

El cielo se apagaba sobre la ciudad con nubes en tránsito.

Afuera seguía nevando y me pareció que las estrellas se habían caído del cielo sin avisar.

CLOUDS SPILLED DOWN FROM THE SKY AND swamped the streets with a hot mist that made the thermometers on the walls perspire. Halfway through

Sólo recuerdo que llovió todo el día y toda la noche, y que cuando le pregunté a mi padre si el cielo lloraba le faltó la voz para responderme.

Halfway through the afternoon the sun appeared from behind the blanket of clouds left by the storm. The shining streets were transformed into mirrors, on which pedestrians walked, reflecting the amber of the sky.

las nubes habían resbalado del cielo y las calles yacían sumergidas bajo una laguna de neblina ardiente

She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there; a scale which balanced poetry and prayer.

It was a perfect summer evening. The warmth of the late afternoon sun had released all the scents of the garden and a sea breeze touched the leaves just enough to make them tremble. The sky was lavender and the garden was a deep green, filled with cool shadows.

There was nothing prettier in the whole world than a Texas sunset. Especially one where the earth looked flat, where the dirt and sky met each other and the sun simply fell off the side of the world. Oranges competed with yellows and pinks to put on a show more brilliant than a fresh new box of crayons.