Quotes About Sky

I don't know what is in my destiny, but I want to be sitting on top of the highest peak of the sky.

Don't search dreams in the sky, they need strong footage on the earth.

I see the same sky above me, the same stars and moon, but nothing will ever be the same for me, because I love you." Whoever said love was grand evidently had never been in love.

Don't search Dreams in the sky, they need strong footage on earth.

One of the stars came unstuck from the firmament and darted in a white streak down the sky...Michael was stalking the star with soft steps, both arms out to catch it.

And the scarecrow went soaring away. Up and backward it went, rags fluttering, arms wheeling in protest, up and out, and on and on, until it was a soaring speck in the sky, then a vanishing point in the clouds, and then not to be seen at all.

Once I really looked at the sky, I wanted to go on looking; it seemed to draw me towards it and make me listen hard, though there was nothing to listen to, not so much as a twig was stirring.

At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her.

Her eyes had to adjust to the night sky. She walked away from the house, out of the spill of electric light, and the sky grew deeper. She watched for a long time and it began to spread and melt and go deeper still, developing strata and magnitudes and light-years in numbers so unapproachable that someone had to invent idiot names to represent the arrays of ones and zeros and powers and dominations because only the bedtime language of childhood can save us from awe and shame.

We saw a cloudwall hung many miles to the east and hawks floating in the unforced motion that makes you think they've been up there, the same two birds since bible times.

Behind me, his bedroom light went out, brightening the sky, and how queer it seemed, half the heavens coming nearer, all those incandescent masses increasing in number, the stars and constellations, because somebody turns off a light in a house in the desert...

I felt the distance and stillness of that sprawled dawn like some endless sky waking inside me, flared against the laughter.

The skies she retained in memory were dramas of cloud and sea storm, or the electric sheen before summer thunder in the city, always belonging to the energies of sheer weather, of what was out there, air masses, water vapor, westerlies.

Las puestas de sol no tienen prisa, y nosotros tampoco. El cielo se encuentra sometido a un sortilegio poderoso y estructurado.

When the sun went down, the sky lit up like Jesus was coming back.

The sky was a rich, mindless, never-ending blue, like a promise of some ridiculous glory that wasn't really there.

It was a clear, black morning, encrusted with stars.

swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.

melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.

Outside, it was cool and still, the sky a hazy shade of white peculiar to autumn mornings...

a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.

On she prattled, friendly as a parrot. But my loyalties were elsewhere. And the flavour of Pippa's kiss - bittersweet and strange - stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.

Light climbed and burst through the wild desert clouds- never-ending sky, acid blue, like a computer game or a test pilot's hallucination.

There was so much time that marvelous summer. Day after day, mist rose from the meadow as the sky lightened and hedges, barns and woods took shape until, at last, the long curving back of the hills lifted away from the Plain. It was a sort of stage-magic.