Quotes About Sky

That the sky is brighter than the earth means little unless the earth itself is appreciated and enjoyed. Its beauty loved gives the right to aspire to the radiance of the sunrise and sunset.

I'm always in love. If it's not with a man, it's something else. I love beauty. I love the sky I see outside the window. There's so much beauty in the world.

Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch

The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.

The lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

We want to know what our self is. We are the sky. Our thoughts are the birds that come and go. You can enjoy the birds and their beauty, but it is the sky that lasts.

Where the sky begins, the horizon ends, despite the best intentions.

Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.

Before going back to sleep I imagined (I saw) a plastic universe, changeable, full of wondrous chance, an elastic sky, a sun that suddenly is missing or remains fixed or changes its shape.

I'm afraid I'm not accustomed to the poor light, Mrs James.' 'Look at the sky, father. Keep your eyes on the lightest part of the sky and they'll adapt little by little.

I mean loving the moon in the sky but leaving it there. Because even suppose you managed to bring it down, that would make the earth darker and not brighter, however good an idea it might have seemed when you first entertained it.

Mirar el cielo, ahí pasan las nubes, y pensar: "No, nunca voy a suicidarme"

Loyce gazed up, rigid with horror. The splotch of darkness, hanging over the City Hall. Darkness so thick it seemed almost solid. In the vortex something moved. Flickering shapes. Things, descending from the sky, pausing momentarily above the City Hall, fluttering over it in a dense swarm and then dropping silently onto the roof. Shapes. Fluttering shapes from the sky. From the crack of darkness that hung above him. He was seeing—them.

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

The moon was climbing the sky, and the vast sweep of the milky way stretched above, every one of those minute specks a sun in its own system, lighting and warming planets, maybe, and life, maybe, and some kind of wondering being, maybe, looking out at the little star that was her sun, and at this world, and at Lyra.

Gradually, as Lyra watched, she found her mood lifting. She'd hardly been aware of feeling anxious, but that was because anxiety was everywhere, built into the very molecules of the world, or so it had seemed. But now it was disappearing, like heavy gray clouds thinning and dispersing and finding their great banks of vapor drifting into wisps that wafted away into invisibility, leaving the sky clear and open.

In the dense green of the canopy, with the rich blue of the sky between the leaves; with a breeze keeping her skin cool, and the faint scent of the flowers delighting her whenever she sensed it; with the rustle of the leaves, the song of the hundreds of birds, and the distant murmur of the waves on the seashore, all her senses were lulled and nurtured, and if she could have stopped thinking, she would have been entirely lapped in bliss.

the zeppelin. It sounded

What is this Dust? It comes from the sky. Some say it has always been there, some say it is newly falling. What is certain is that when people become aware of it, a great fear comes over them. and they'll stop at nothing to discover what it is. But it is not of any concern to witches.

The color of the sky was like a length of white chalk turned on its side and rubbed into asphalt. Sanded--that was how the world looked, worked slowly down to no rough edges.

That's not what it means, you told me. And anyway don't you feel naked now? You fell quiet, gestured for me to listen. The sound of the woods, the feel of the air. ... The sky, so present. And you, watching me take it all in. Naked to the world, the world naked to us.

It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

Like an eye, the moon follows us wherever we go.

The sky was black and spitting rain on my smiling face.