Quotes About Sky

The evening blessed us with a sunset to rival a painting by Carpaccio in its colours. The sky mutated from shades of ultramarine and azure to vermilion and ochre, then strips of violet and finally indigo.

We stood for a moment, the brackish canal water teething at the stone,the last of the stars fading as the sky transformed from black to indigo. A pair of swans like large white clouds floated on the water, their heads tucked under their wings, as a gondola pulled up, a lantern on the prow, the gondolier on the stern, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

El cielo tiene influencia sobre mí y yo no puedo tenerla sobre él.

The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only the juvenile, the mad, and the newly in love noticed. The rest of the city got its head down and ploughed tearily into another day of neurosis.

How was the light today?" "Big. Hot. Yellow-white. The sky's blue was like a drumbeat. I watched the black tree shadows revolve. When the sun went down it was like someone's hand was pulling it, very gently. It was soft-edged and orange. The land went purple, then dark blue and grey, then black. Then you opened your eyes.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly. "I love you," the voice whispered back.

My moods are inversely related to the clarity of the sky.

the sun, which had been slipping into the far-off waterline of the horizon, took the last few degrees of its plunge and disappeared with tropical suddenness, leaving them only the fading blue of the sky.

Saturday the sun returned to a sky scrubbed flawlessly blue by the rain. It would take Phoenix at least a day to dirty up the air again.

[T]here is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky...

He'd lie in fields, And through his fingers watch the changing clouds, Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where...

Clouds: Clusters of fluted sea-shells, Coral fringed, pearl centered; The glory of the setting sun caught in their fragile rims. Above clear-cut cliffs of alabaster whiteness Is the pale globe of the full moon; The changing clouds are bits of silvered fluff Adrift in a sea of intense blue.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

Massive rolling waves of white-gray clouds chase the warm afternoon across a deep blue sky.

The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky — seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

...the music of pure white clouds fills the sky with sun-lined notes drifting into beauty so vast the blue never ends...

When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the earth's refreshed by frequent showers.

Deep black, brown, and gray cloud banks were shifting across the sky like tumbleweed across the plains.

One time as dusk slipped into dark, I stood upon a stubble-hill, And saw the stars come floating in Like chaff blown from a mill. And when the dark slipped into night, I saw chaff on the plain below. (The lights of a city smouldered there In phosphorescent glow.) The plain I knew, the sky I knew, But then I wondered in dismay Which were the stars, and which the lights… And I asked the night away.

Night in the desert. Nowhere else in all the world Night comes like this... My eyes, my human eyes, can see no end... The hard bright moon seems far, so far away— —The million, million stars that jeer at me— Great God, how big it is—and I But one more grain of sand beneath the immeasurable sky— Night in the desert...

But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky...

He had done this thing before, somewhere in that other and dimly remembered world, and he was doing it again, now, running free in the open, the unpacked earth underfoot, the wide sky overhead.

nor did he dream that such persons were as lonely eagles sailing solitary in the azure sky far above the earth and its swarming freight of gregarious life.