Quotes About Sky

Heaven is dancing Dancing and laughing, Ocean and land Are dancing along, Undulating to the breath of the sky.

I do not hear gunshots, but watch birds splash over the backyards of the suburbs. How bright is the sky as the avenue spins on its axis. How bright is the sky (forgive me) how bright.

What is silence? Something of the sky in us.

High-resolution photos from Clementine's awesome spy-in-the-sky cameras have not been released—although many photos of lesser resolution have been published.

All the light of the day, fleeing the earth, seemed for one brief moment to take refuge in the sky; pink clouds spiralled round the full moon that was as green as pistachio sorbet and as clear as glass; it was reflected in the lake.

And meanwhile growing up. All according to plan, Wasn't it, Lord? Under the freezing sky All lands, the real and unreal, were ecstasy

May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.

The orange sun is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fluttering above our heads. The stench of yesterday's blood and slaughtered horses drips into the evening chill.

The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.

In our city spring came from the sky, not from the soil, which was ruled by stone that recognizes no seasonal change. The change of the season could be glimpsed in the thinning of clouds, the appearance of the birds and the occasional rainbow.)

Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.

we contemplated the stars beyond the Moon, big as pieces of fruit, made of light, ripened on the curved branches of the sky, and everything exceeded my most luminous hopes, and yet, and yet, it was, instead, exile. I thought only of the Earth. It was the Earth that caused each of us to be that someone he was rather than someone else; up there, wrested from the Earth, it was as if I were no longer that I, not she that She for me.

What remains uncertain, rather, is whether this gain in evidence and (we might as well say it) splendor is due to the slow retreat of the sky, which as it moves away, sinks deeper and deeper into darkness, or whether on the contrary, it is the moon that is coming forward, collecting the previously scattered light and depriving the sky of it, concentrating it all in the round mouth of its funnel.

E poi non sapevo più cosa guardare e guardai il cielo.

un paesaggio invisibile condiziona quello visibile, tutto ciò che si muove al sole è spinto dall'onda che batte chiusa sotto il cielo calcareo della roccia.

and the emptied sky gaped like an abyss where, at the bottom, the stars had begun multiplying, and the night poured a river of emptiness over me, drowned me in dizziness and alarm.

I have dizzy spells when I least expect them, even if there is no danger in sight…Altitude or depth makes no difference…if I gaze at the sky at night, and I think of the distance of the stars…Or even in the daytime…if I were to lie down here, for example, with my eyes facing up, my head would swim…" And she points to the clouds passing swiftly, driven by the wind. She speaks of her head swimming as of a temptation that somehow attracts her.

For a moment he became smoke. How intimate, now, the cloudy sky.

As there is something in our design like Furies to drive us down, so there is something in our design like Angels to help us up. If it were not so, we could not even be told about it. Yet we can. The indestructibility of our longing for lightness, for purity, for music is like a small star of hope in a darkened sky, an inkling of the Star that rules the day.

After a few minutes Jim was forced to admit that he could recognize none of the constellations. Like everything else since the war, the sky was in a state of change. For all their movements, the Japanese aircraft were its only fixed points, a second zodiac above the broken land.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

Above all this the stars shine. Willem pauses for a moment and feels the world turn as he struggles to pick out the Southern Cross among the interstellar static, He's never seen a sky so big or so bright. It's dizzying and he spins slowly to take it all in...