Quotes About Sky

Pink is a seashell, Pink is a rose, Pink is a puppy's Tongue and nose. Pink are my cheeks And my bunny's ears; Pink is the sky When sunrise nears...

Some of the most beautiful blues and purples in nature, for instance, are those of mountains in shadow against amber sky...

If stars were notes upon a musical sky the night what a song of beauty!

Clouds tie-dye the night.

The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known... And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.

The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary...

...the sky. It is the part of creation in which nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man.... there is not a moment of any day of our lives, when nature is not producing scene after scene, picture after picture, glory after glory, and working still upon such exquisite and constant principles of the most perfect beauty, that it is quite certain it is all done for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure.

Here there are very beautiful fields with olive trees, which are grey and silvery green, like pollard willows. And I never get tired of the blue sky..

And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.

Day holds the sky with big blue arms Until the sun sends her off into evening With a grateful blaze of vibrant colors

At the far edge of my view was the ocean... I could not make sense of its size and grandeur. It was not a pond, not a lake, but a second sky, bluer and more chaotic than the one above it.

The sea has no mood except that of the sky and of its winds.

It is rather like living in a vast cosmic mood-swing here... I woke to trees iced in silver and an April sky, sunlight breaking through the clouds.

The higher the sky, the lower the people, he thought as he rang the doorbell. Why did there have to be people in every kind of landscape?

You were red, and you liked me because I was blue, but you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky, and you decided purple just wasn't for you.

To know me you have to fly with me. Up In the Air, Walter Kirn, 2001

He saw the great hills heaving their dark forms into the sky, and in his soul he felt the spirit of the wilderness and the mystery of the hour.

What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as I was going: A bird can carry all the sky In that little button glowing. Never in my life I went So deep into the firmament.

In een paroxysme van kleuren ging de hemel zich inmiddels te buiten aan een zonsondergang, zoals die in Europa alleen door een krankzinnige belichtingstechnicus verzonnen kon worden, waarop onmiddelijk ontslag zou volgen

Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks,A rip-tooth of the sky's acetylene.

The matrix of the heart, lift down the eye That shrines the quiet lake and swells a tower… The commodious, tall decorum of that sky Unseals her earth, and lifts love in its shower.

There's nothing like this in the world,' you say, knowing I cannot touch your hand and look too, into that godless cleft of sky where nothing turns but dead sands flashing. '--And never to quite understand!

My conversation is probably something like the rain. On some days it pours, and then on other days there's just a clear sky- not a word in sight.

The stars are always up in the sky...then when it is perfectly black, they feel less vulnerable and out they come.