Quotes About Sky

Weep slept. Dreamers dreamed. A grand moon drifted, and, and the wings of the citadel cut the sky in two: light above, dark below.

On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

No existe ninguna ley que prohíba volar, ¿verdad?. -Claro que sí. La ley de la gravedad.

What power could bruise the sky? Melliel

Above and behind it, slopes scraped north, where the teeth of the Atlas Mountains bit off the sky. Before and below, the earth rolled down a slope of scree and scrub toward the distant Sahara. It was a bleak vista, so still that is seemed the twitch of a scorpion's tail for miles around should draw the eye.

Sé un zamurai. Porque nunca sabes lo que te vas a encontrar al otro lado del maldito cielo

What a wonderful day it was to get into the outdoors. The sky above the tree branches was blue, dappled by fast-running clouds shifting the autumn sunlight between sharp spangles of yellow light and an amber haze.

Soul of the universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I believe in Thee, 'neath all these names: And without having need to hear thy word, In the sky's brow my glorious creed I trace.

Among the valleys of the distant waves we will eventually meet. […] The orange sun will recognize us. It owes us. It will be the sun from nineteen hundred and forty-forever. O no cloud in the sky! O ocean full of fish hiding! The sun seduced us before we could be virgins.

The birds swoop nearer. They are gulls. Why, then, We must be close to the ocean! Indeed, The sounds of your music come clearly, Composing themselves in the air. It was written, I think, that I'd find you Against some sort of crazy crashing backdrop That could go on forever, being an awful bore, Then change into a storm. But the birds atilt, Hung in the sky like little notes ranging, the birds Atilt have no connection with music.

You can also imagine a moon shining even if there wasn't a moon, even if I imagined there was a moon lighting up the dark sky for us, and you, instead, could imagine only a dawn, even if there wasn't a dawn, eclipsed, with no love in it.

His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.

His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.

Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...

Sweet as cherries, bright as berries, light of my moony sky.

And indeed, as night drew on the sky like a bodice, lacing it with the last beams of sunlight,

I remember she sang the opening aria from Her Last Nocturne and I saw the night sky pour out of her mouth. Every time I wemt to hear her sing afterward, even months afterward, I saw the same thing. Blackness and stars flooding her mouth and splashing onto the boards in great gouts. Galaxies and the void dripping off her chin. Her teeth burning. I told her about it on a night in December and she whispered I know it, baby. I see it, too. That's my insides coming out.

September drank in the starry sky with a longing and a tugging and a sigh. All the way up, to that enormous crescent in the black.

Spring here is not spring as we know it: the cool, wet promise of snowmelt and frozen ground yielding into mud. Here, a sudden heat falls out of the sky one day, and one breathes and moves as if deposited inside a kettle of soup.

Mature trees, bark lacquered black, fingered upward. The twigs formed fine black traceries against the white sky. They reminded Jarret of pencil lines on snowy canvas.

This is what I write to her: The clouds tonight embossed the sky.

The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear sky and the sun on its way down.