Quotes About Sky

Contrails. Also helicopters. Skydivers. Basically everything

For all the horror, the land was not without its magic... After a rain- or hailstorm had rumbled through, the sky was open and embracing, the breeze only a soft whisper against the songs of meadowlarks and cooing of doves... Robin's egg blue was the color of mornings without fear. At night, you could see the stars behind the stars. Infinity was never an abstraction on the High Plains.

If I were the rain. . . that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle. . . Would I be able to bind two hearts together?

If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?

If you give me wings I will soar for you Even if this whole land Sinks down to the water If you give me a sword I will fight for you Even if this whole sky Shoots through with your light

She would say 'Bucket moon' he would answer 'Ladle moon.' Night after night sky revealed a bitten moon, a butcher's moon, an apple moon, a thief's moon, a rabbit--- 'Rabbit moon?' 'Don't you see it?' 'I used to chase rabbits,' she had said, her voice sweet and tired.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart

I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every happy cloud that passed In such strange freedom by.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky

The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.

Yesterday evening Mrs Arundel insisted on my going to the window, and looking at the glorious sky, as she called it. Of course I had to look at it. She is one of those absurdly pretty Philistines to whom one can deny nothing. And what was it? It was simply a very second-rate Turner, a Turner of a bad period, with all the painter's worst faults exaggerated and over-emphasized.

ravelled skeins of glossy white silk, were drifting across the hollowed turquoise of the summer sky.

When lizard-footed giants climbed the hills And with a hundred hands clawed at the sky.

Man was made to hold his head erect in majesty and see the sky

I must say my heart leaped up, as Jeeves tells me his does when he beholds a rainbow in the sky.

You are the trembling of time, that passes between vertical light and darkened sky

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyes and I look at you lying on the earth

I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

Y algo golpeaba en mi alma, fiebre o alas perdidas, y me fui haciendo solo, descifrando aquella quemadura y escribí la primera línea vaga, vaga, sin cuerpo, pura, tontería pura sabiduría del que no sabe nada, y vi de pronto el cielo desgranado y abierto.

Quiero saltar al agua para caer al cielo. (Agua dormida)

Pero solo tu voz escucho y sube tu voz con vuelo y precisión de flecha, baja tu voz con gravedad de lluvia, tu voz esparce altísimas espadas, vuelve tu voz cargada de violetas y luego me acompaña por el cielo.

En la red de mi música estas presa, amor mío, y mis redes de música son anchas como el cielo. Mi alma nace a la orilla de tus ojos de luto. En tus ojos de luto comienza el país del sueño

My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. - In My Sky at Twilight , after Rabindranath Tagore