Quotes About Sky

The night was without stars or horizon. The sea and sky bled ink into each other.

I CHECKED MY WATCH and glanced at the sky, which seemed resistant to morning.

Nothing but water -- an ever-moving swell; nothing but waves, swiftly forming and instantly dying; nothing but depths; dark, fathomless depths; and nothing but sky, scudding white clouds, puffy and intangible. This was the living world, nothing besides, nothing else but sea. No winter or summer, no hills or ravines.

Em ?ã s?ng nh? m?t tia ch?p, lóe lên m?t l?n r?i t?t l?m. Nh?ng nh?ng tia ch?p do b?u tr?i làm tóe ra. Mà b?u tr?i thì v?nh c?u. ?ó c?ng là ni?m an ?i c?a tôi. (Con tàu tr?ng)

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.

Perhaps this was what love was like after all- not the lurch of going over a humpback bridge, and not the incandescence of fireworks, just the quiet understanding that one should take a kind hand when it was offered, before all light was gone from the sky.

That is the nature of this madness. It fills the sky with barrage balloons and people's eyes with hate.

Tucker had missed the sheer expanse of sky at night, the tiny cluster of seven sisters, Orion's sword, and the drinking gourd that aimed north. The moon was a gibbous, barely there, as if chewed away. The sky stretched black in every direction. Clouds blocked the stars, lending an unfathomable depth to the air. The tree line was gone and hilltops blended with the black tapestry of night. It was country dark. He closed his eyes, feeling safe.

I can move to the window and see the sky and the clouds above the tall old trees of the park as much as I want. That is the advantage of being alive; maybe not a great advantage, but still.

Ich kann mich ans Fenster stellen und über den alten großen Parkbäumen den Himmel sehen und Wolken, so­viel ich will. Das ist der Vorteil, wenn man lebt, vielleicht kein sehr großer Vorteil, aber immerhin.

Dusk softens the sharp points of trees outside my window; the sky slowly darkens, then blackens around an orb of moon. Hours later, a faint blue tinge yields to the soft pastels of dawn, and soon enough sun is streaming in, the stop-start rhythm of the train making it all feel like still photography, thousands of images that taken together create a scene in motion.

Here I am, there he is, connected by sky.

The brilliant blue of the morning sky has faded, as if left out too long in the sun.

It was pouring earlier, great sheets of rain, and now the clouds outside the window are crystal tipped, like mountain peaks in the sky, rays emanating downward like an illustration in a children's bible.

The birds have vanished into the sky, And now the last cloud fades away. We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. LI PO

That night the rain began to fall so thickly and heavily, it seemed as though the bowl of the ocean had risen into the sky and upended itself.

And they know neither sect nor idolatry, with the exception that all believe that the source of all power and goodness is in the sky, and they believe very firmly that I, with these ships and people, came from the sky, and in this belief they everywhere received me, after they had overcome their fear.

JENNET What can you see Out there? THOMAS Out here? Out here is a sky so gentle Five stars are ventured on it. I can see The sky's pale belly glowing and growing big, Soon to deliver the moon. And I can see A glittering smear, the snail-trail of the sun Where it crawled with its golden shell into the hills. A darkening land sunken into prayer Lucidly in dewdrops of one syllable, Nunc dimittis. I see twilight, madam. JENNET But what can you hear? THOMAS The howl of human jackals-.

Taivas: kylmä Maa: kylmä Minä: harhautunut niiden väliin

the sun rose like an emperor, beaming over a shocked blue sky.

Perhaps it was evening, the bruised plum of dusk

The stars wire the sky together and the crickets fill the shadows of the earth with their breath.

It's wonderful to climb the liquid mountains of the sky. Behind me and before me is God and I have no fears.