Quotes About Sky

Ima jedan prizor koji je ve?i od mora, to je nebo; ima jedan prizor koji je ve?i od neba, to je unutrašnjost duše.

Il y a un spectacle plus grand que la mer, c'est le ciel ; il y a un spectacle plus grand que le ciel, c'est l'intérieur de l'âme.

Há um espetáculo mais grandioso que o mar, é o céu; e há outro mais grandioso que o céu, é o interior da alma.

And blossoming, odour-giving creation, loving and charming, and the grand sky golden with morning spread about La Tourgue and the guillotine, and seemed to say to man, Behold my work, and yours.

It was otherworldly somehow, magical in its vast expanse, an incomparable landscape of soaring glacier-filled white mountains that ran the length of the horizon, knife-tip points pressed high into a cloudless cornflower-blue sky.

Shadows crept along the ground like slowly seeping India ink, moved up the sides of the house, and slipped through the slats on the picket fence. Sunset tinted the sky purple and pink.

and then the dawn, pink as salmon meat, buttery. Daylight.

No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot, survivor of that time, that place. —ANNA AKHMATOVA, FROM POEMS OF AKHMATOVA, TRANSLATED BY STANLEY KUNITZ, WITH MAX HAYWARD

It was a gray, not-quite-rainy day, the kind where the sky was so low it seemed to bump you in the forehead when you dared to venture outside.

her window looked out on the Great Plains night sky. Her childhood portal to adventure. How often had she stood at this window and sent her dreams into those unknown universes? She opened the window and climbed out onto the metal flower trellis. It seemed as if she were crawling into the starlit sky itself.

THE SKY WAS SO gray it could smother a soul.

and black sky. She waited impatiently for her third martini, making small talk with the bartender. The minute the drink was ready, she set a course for the terrace, sailing past the

As long as there are stars in the sky, I will love you.

I love you more than the sun and sky and all the flowers on the earth,

Even when we're apart, we'll be looking at the same sky!

The blue of heaven is larger than the clouds.

And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled. From an empty sky.

Blue vision of depth lost in height, - sea and sky interblending through luminous haze. The day is of spring, and the hour morning. Only sky and sea, - one azure enormity ...

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.

One world on its own is a strange enough seethe of coiling, unknowable veins of intention and chance, but two? Where two worlds mingle breath through rips in the sky, the strange becomes stranger, and many things may come to pass that few imaginations could encompass.

Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters. Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers.

She was young and lovely and surprised and dead. She was also blue. Blue as opals, pale blue. Blue as cornflowers, or dragonfly wings, or a spring - not summer - sky.

She was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the moon from the sky and drunk its light so that she would never die. And she never had.