Quotes About Sky

The sky was full - of blue and sun. The ocean reflected it and was flat and glossy like a fancy ballroom floor. To Martha, this was the most beautiful sight, a miracle. The ocean made her feel insignificant and slightly afraid, but in an exhilarating way. Her inclination was not to walk or dance across the water's surface. Nor to swim through it. She wanted to *be* the ocean

had never wanted kids, because I had never wanted a man to give me a kid. The thought of it, gross; the expectation of it. But if a hole in the sky opened up and two weird children fell to Earth, smashing into the ground like meteroites, then that was something I could care for. If it gleamed like it was radiating danger, I'd hold it. I would. "Are

missing anything. The northern horizon, which had turned a bluish grey, showed orange again. The orange turned into copper and then into a luminous russet. Red tongues of flame leaped into the black sky. A soft

I'm alone all day. In the afternoon, thunder... the sky stitches together the loose scraps of dark.

Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All Hallows Eve.... And on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving. The somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon.

The Mozart sonata Dad picked out begins to play. When we hear the first note, we open the sacks and the ladybugs escape through the opening, taking flight. It's as if someone has dumped rubies from heaven. Soon they will land on the plants in search of bollworm eggs. But right now they are magic-red ribbons flying over our heads, weaving against the pink sky, dancing up there with Mozart.

She holds within her the memory of this journey, drawn out for her like a constellation in the darkness, each element of the landscape connecting her along a line that is her past. Carter may want to come here now, but she's the one who belongs, on this road, under this piece of sky.

When the rain came it came first as the scent of rain, the grey air stained darker behind the hills. Then when it came down to us it was like thread and needles, piercing the jellyish water with a trillion tiny pricks, the silver threads attaching water to sky. And there too was the sound of rain, drumming gently upon the canvas cover where it was stretched taut at the back of the boat. It was so warm.

The greatest fear is knowing that the sky is not the limit but beginning of wonders!

A dark purple sky filled with the first few evening stars made her feel small. She smiled; that was what she expected from the sky. All her life, she'd gone out at night and stood beneath that blue velvet darkness. It was her temple, the true house of God, and it never failed to remind her of her place.

The sky was a mixture of rose, green, and violet, the enchanting colors of malaria country, and it seemed far, far away.

I don't like to thank God: I like to wake in the morning, look at the sea and thank the wind, the waves, the sky, the fragrance of plants, the life that allows me to exist, the sun that rises.

Que quer a nuvem? raptá-lo.

Por encima de aquel cansancio y de aquella podredumbre se levantaba la luz de la luna. No había más que mirar al cielo para verla. Abajo, en los callejones, se olvidaba una de ella...

Levanté los ojos al cielo, que se ponía de un color más suave y más azul con las primeras estrellas y me vino una impresión de belleza casi mística. Como un deseo de morirme allí, a un lado, mirando hacia arriba, debajo de la gran dulzura de la noche que empezaba a llegar. Y me dolió el pecho de hambre y de deseos inconfesables al respirar. Era como si estuviese oliendo un aroma de muerte y me pareciera bueno por primera vez

The waning crescent Moon and her Goddess rose in the inky midnight sky.. ?

It is that time of evening when the sky shifts from indigo to violet. In sympathy, the sea has darkened to purple—a color that could earn the Homeric epithet "wine-dark." Lights are just beginning to come on around the shoreline, like beads being strung, one by one, on a curved diadem crowning the amethyst brow of the bay.

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

A noite está tépida. O céu está salpicado de estrelas. Eu que sou exótica gostaria de recortar um pedaço do céu para fazer um vestido

Finally, as the stars began to prick the lavender sky in the east

The sun, enormous and blood-red, began to sink into the sea. Its dying rays lit the ash-covered mountains and cove, so that the whole landscape seemed to be bathed in blood. The sky above it was livid purple, the colour of an angry bruise. There would be no stars that night

The whole starry sky seemed to be moving in the same direction he was, like a shimmering flock of birds migrating south through the night.

Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky.