Quotes About Sky

Tranquil breeze Glittering beach Dancing water Bluest skyMy mind flies high with joyful laughter.

Be open minded like the sky. Be accepting like the ocean. Be loving like a flower.

ZENITH / NOON beats out / on its solar anvil / the rays of light

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.

It is written on the arched sky it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

Good things are associated with blue, like clear days, more than singing the blues. Just the word 'blue' in the singular is full of optimism and positive connotation to most people.

Life's a gift, aim for the sky

The sky is but a looking glass into a pool of airless oceans, cast off into a dance of light and energy, leaving only a facet of guidance to navigate. Such an existence lays but within the mind man.

~Seasons of Life~When the sunburn I blind, When the sky showers I cover, When the wind blows I blanket, When the death calls I undergo, When would I experience the nature?

I'm the tower of power, too sweet to be sour. I'm funky like a monkey. Sky's the limit and space is the place!

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,And all that famous harmony of leaves,Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

The Magi" Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering side by side, And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

as if the earth under our feetwerean excrement of some skyand we degraded prisonersdestinedto hunger until we eat filth

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

Though nameless, trampled, and forgot, His servant's humble ashes lie, Yet God has marked and sealed the spot, To call its inmate to the sky.

Go forth under the open sky, and list to Nature's teachings.

It's so quiet you can hear the dark sliding down the sky.

Long after dark, the moon rose, full. All the stars around it vanished as if the moon were a bucket that had scooped them up, filling itself to overflowing with their silver light.

As its campfires glow against the dark, every culture tells stories to itself about how the gods lit up the morning sky and set the wheel of being into motion. The great scientific culture of the West--our culture--is no exception. The calculus is the story this world first told itself as it became the modern world.

Brassa,' she whispered, 'what is the moon? Why does it grow in the sky?' 'Because the moon is the goddess Tor,' answered Brassa softly, smiling down at Larka, 'looking down on us all. As some say the fury of the sun is the hunter Fenris snarling at the Varg, so they say the moon is the wolf goddess, opening her eyes wider and wider and stroking the world with her kindness.

Belgarath turned back to Senji. "All right," he said. "The Sardion came to Zamad. How?" "It's said to have fallen out of the sky." "They always do," Beldin said. "Someday I'd like to see something rise up out of the earth –just for the sake of variety.

What today we call space used to be known as heaven.