Quotes About Sky

Estrellas Cuando en el cielo las estrellas desestiman el firmamento y se van a dormir de dia, las estrellas de agua saludan al cielo enterrado en el mar inaugurando los deberes del nuevo cielo submarino

Para mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas. Desde mi boca llegará hasta el cielo lo que estaba dormido sobre tu alma.

mido apenas los ojos más extensos del cielo y me inclino a tu boca para besar la tierra

no te vayas al cielo, alcanza las manzanas, no las nubes, ésas déjalas ir por el cielo, irse hacia el pasado. Tú eres tu presente, tu manzana: tómala de tu árbol, levántala en tu mano, brilla como una estrella, tócala, híncale el diente y ándate silbando en el camino.

Even in memory, I am terrified by those solitudes! When foul weather is unleashed in that part of the world, the rain seems kin to the devil; the waters of the river and the sea and sky couple, bellowing. A forsaken land where even letters arrive wilted, withered by distances, where hearts petrify and are altered. from "A Dead Man's Name

There was something about the prairie for me—it wasn't where I had come from, but when I moved there it just took me in and I knew I couldn't ever stop living under that big sky.

Seek truth in meditation, not in moldy books. Look in the sky to find the moon, not in the pond."— Persian proverb.

beneath the great sisterhood of stars unfurling in the night sky . . .

When he reached the last hole he saw, far to the west, a series of rockets bloom in the sky. He watched their green and yellow and red petals arch across the horizon, and fade into the gloom of the earth. It was very beautiful, but he recognized them for Chinese rockets.

Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.

Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and blocking out its radiant light. As he clicked off his overhead light, he turned his eyes one last time to the heavens. Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.

The sunset was that long, achingly beautiful balance of stillness in which the sun seemed to hover like a red balloon above the western horizon, the entire sky catching fire from the death of day; a sunset unique to the American Midwest and ignored by most of its inhabitants. The twilight brought the promise of coolness and the certain threat of night.

This is some sort of joke, isn't it? asks Hunt, staring at the flawless blue sky and distant fields. I cough as lightly and briefly as possible into a handkerchief I have made from a towel borrowed from the inn. Probably, I say. But then, what isn't?

This is some sort of joke, isn't it?" asks Hunt, staring at the flawless blue sky and distant fields. I cough as lightly and briefly as possible into a handkerchief I have made from a towel borrowed from the inn. "Possibly," I say. "But then, what isn't?

The Shrike did not disappear in its usual manner, did not cease being there to suddenly be here. Instead, it crouched and opened its arms wider. Its fingerblades caught the light of the violent sky. The Shrike's metal teeth glistened in what might have been a smile.

But it's December now, and the sky is bright, and it's clear to me. I'm telling you why we broke up, Ed. I'm writing it in this letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.

Fog is just clouds that have fell down

My love is like the stars of the sky and maybe you do not understand the importance of what a little light from the stars can do but someday you will realize that you need it too and look up to it.

"It feels like how love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky."

When you are feeling down, look at the skies. You are not always alone.

Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke risin' against that blue sky? Did you shout out in anger, in fear of your neighbor or did you just sit down and cry?..

But it seemed to me that even if everything had been changed, I would have recognized it by the look of the sky.

A window opening on nothing but the blank sky was endlessly attractive to me…. A window that looked out into a tree was a source of inexpressible happiness…

Our minds were driven out of the old boundaries into the thought of absolute loss, absolute emptiness, in a world that seemed larger even than the sky that held it.