Quotes About Sky

Quando si diventa adulti, uno finisce per rendersi conto che ha un tetto sulla testa, ovvero un limite. Man mano che passano gli anni, la testa s'avvicina al tetto, e uno vede chiaramente anche le macchie e la sporcizia. Forse non riuscite ancora a comprendere questi nostri sentimenti. Perciò al momento le vostre potenzialità sono illimitate. Perché sopra di voi s'estende il cielo infinito […]

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she'll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling back and forth. Tilting freely, to and fro. One does not like to think that sometimes it is the angel that falls.

Faeries…?" I ask. "Yes, yes." He sounds impatient. "The Folk of the Air. Insubstantial, unable to hold one shape. Like the seeds of flowers launched into the sky.

Jasper just kept looking angry and staring up at the sky as if hoping to be saved by a helicopter or an air elemental, or maybe an elemental driving a helicopter.

A stall selling cloaks in all the colours of the sky, from the first blush of dawn to deep as midnight and spangled with stars.

The setting sun has lit the sky on fire, set the tops of the trees ablaze.

Above her, he can see the trees and the bright, full moon, a shining coin of silver spinning through the sky. The first blush of sunrise on the horizon is still a ways off...

You know what the sun looks like?" Kaye asked. There was only a little more than a slice of red where the sea met the sky. "No, what?" Janet said, holding the lipgloss out to Kaye. "Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water." "That's gross, Kaye." "And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.

You may command the sky,' the horned man in the golden scale mail returns. 'But alas, we are here on the ground.

I am at lessons in the palace grove, sitting in the long shadows of the late afternoon. The moon has already risen, a sharp crescent in the cloudless blue sky. I draw a star chart from memory, my ink a dark red that clots on the paper. It's blood, I realise. I am dabbing my quill into an inkpot full of blood.

Braziers blaze, and the sky is thick with sea spray and incense. The ground beneath us is moon-blooming phlox.

Rosy-fingered dawn appeared, the early-born.

We should credit [the sky] for what it is: for sheer size and perfection of function, it is far and away the grandest product of collaboration in all of nature.

Before I had a name I existed in the world as breath as the wind as a star. For a moment if I could be the breath & the wind & the nameless star I'd meet the sky that holds them as it holds me, & I'd say joyfully, namaste.

The sky looks comfortingly mundane compared to the garish kaleidoscope of the stained glass. It makes Rose yearn to be reliving any one of a thousand ordinary days spent with her ordinary older sister, who has now done this extraordinary thing and died.

the human aspiration to fly." "It's really lovely," said Frances.

The sky is the limit.

Im probably in sky, flying with the fishes.. or maybe in ocean, swimming with the pigeons.

Man I swear Im so fly I wake up in the sky and wipe the cloud out my eye.

The sun was well up now; the morning air was fresh and bright and keen. The sky was a glorious blue, decorated here and there with small, crisply curled white clouds. Below them lay the immeasurable vastness of Old Earth's last and greatest continent, Gondwane the Great, thronged with its innumerable cities and nations and empires, filled with unexplored mountains and rivers, valleys and deserts, plains and forests, jungles and lakes. There dwelt strange people and mysterious beings

tropic heat oozed up from the ground, rank with sharp odours of roots and nettles. Snow-clouds of elder-blossom banked in the sky, showering upon me the fumes and flakes of their sweet and giddy suffocation. High

The sky is grey, the air hot. I walk back across the mown lawn loving the smell and the houses so completely it leaves my heart empty.

Je ramène les pans de mon manteau. Je m'allonge dans la neige. J'écoute siffler le vent. Je regarde le ciel bas. Une profonde paix descend en moi.