Quotes About Sky

It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind, they coast and glide with ease. Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

DOOM DOOM THE SKY IS FALLING MY FRIEND IS EVIL THE WORLD IS ENDING blah blah overreacting melodramatic nonsense. Darkstalker

blue. True? False? What's the coolest thing

LOOK TO THE SKIES! THEY ARE FULL OF DISGUSTING SUNSHINE! LET US GO FORTH AND TRAIN ANEW TO BRING THE WRATH OF THE CLOUDS DOWN AMONG US! -- Tlaloc

from the grassland and reached for the sky like towering, dragon-made echoes of the trees that used to dominate the land.

DOOM DOOM THE SKY IS FALLING MY FRIEND IS EVIL THE WORLD IS ENDING blah blah overreacting melodramatic nonsense.

Turtle and Kinkajou, flying in the sky, Getting all K-I-S-S-Y —

Three silver eyes in the sky, huge and perfectly round, with darkness all around them. It felt as if they were sinking into his chest, melting into his eyes. He wanted to scoop them into his talons and swallow them whole. He was in a carved stone nest lined with black fur, at the peak of a sharp promontory. Another egg sat quietly in the nest, nearly camouflaged against the fur and the shadows.

ground with his talons. Winter and Peril were still hovering in

queen of the SkyWings.

Did you see the comet about half a year ago?" she asked. "The one that looked like an extra moon in the sky?

Drop the ceiling on his head?" Sky suggested. Wren gave him a look. "How is that the QUIET option, Sky?" "I don't know," he said. "One brick at a time?

First there was the sky, high, pure and of a darker blue than he had ever seen. And then there was the sea, a lighter, immensely luminous blue that reflected blue into the air, the shadows and the sails; a sea that stretched away immeasurably when the surge raised the frigate high, showing an orderly array of great crests, each three furlongs from its predecessor, and all sweeping eastwards in an even, majestic procession.

It all gave a pleasant illusion of eternity, this quiet sailing under a perfect sky towards a horizon perpetually five miles ahead, never nearer.

Good day to you, ma'am,' said Stephen, opening Mrs Wogan's door. 'I believe you may take some air at last. The sky is clear, the sun shines bright with a surprising warmth, and although our poop is now the scene of strange activity, the gangway remains, the windward, or weather gangway, ma'am. And we had best profit by the morning while it lasts.

You know, said Port, and his voice sounded unreal, as voices are likely to do after a long pause in an utterly silent spot, the sky here's very strange. I often have the sensation when I look at it that it's a solid thing up there, protecting us from what's behind. Kit shuddered slightly as she said: From behind? Yes. But what is behind? Her voice was very small. Nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.

Before her eyes was the violent blue sky— nothing else. For an endless moment she looked into it. Like a great overpowering sound it destroyed everything in her mind, paralyzed her. Someone once had said to her that the sky hides the night behind it, shelters the person beneath from the horror that lies above. Unblinking, she fixed the solid emptiness, and the anguish began to move in her. At any moment the rip can occur, the edges fly back, and the giant maw will be revealed.

The setting sun had turned the blue sky a brilliant orange, then soft pink merging to pearl; the plum velvet of night had come out of the east, spangled with stars.

The prairie is one of those plainly visible things that you can't photograph. No camera lens can take in a big enough piece of it. The prairie landscape embraces the whole of the sky. Any undistorted image is too flat to represent the impression of immersion that is central to being on the prairie. The experience is a kind of baptism.

On Sackville Street, a girl who seemed to be about to choke coughed up something from her very core. / She wipes her mouth on her jute cloak / and reloads her father's four-bore. / The sky is full of coal dust.

Our painters, too, have seen the light / where water meets the sky / Cadmium red. Titanium white. / How often have they vied / for supremacy in the air?

I do not, she thought, no I do not, give a damn. The Furies were riding across an uninhabited sky, to their own and no one else's destruction.

dans les steppes, on emploie toujours le mot bleu pour décrire le ciel, même s'il est gris, car on sait qu'au dessus des nuages il demeure Bleu