Quotes About Sky

Performance II Two Women Dreaming Landmarks Angatja, July, 1993 Each morning we open our eyes to an ever changing sky through patterns of feathery mulga leaves from an envelope of green canvas, a fire of mulga at our feet, and curved mulga branches at our head. The camp is a clump of mulga trees beside a little hill, a huge pile of reddish brown rocks, puli.

Night simply drapes itself over the day As if someone had lowered a curtain. The sky glitters and moves, Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.

Look at this world! So vast! So wide! Huge masses of land spread across it; multitudes of green and brown islands dotted the blue expanse of the oceans. He felt like a bird contemplating the sky.

If you look at the sky that way, it's this massive shifting poem, or maybe a letter, first written by one author, and then, when the earth moves, annotated by another. So I stare and stare until, one day, I can read it.

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't.

I don't think of the sky as any kind of heaven item. I think of it as a bunch of gases and faraway echoes of things that used to be on fire.

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't. Looking at it doesn't suck the way you might think it would, given all the dying-girl-stares-at-heaven possibilities. I don't think of the sky as any kind of heaven item. I think of it as a bunch of gases and faraway echoes of things that used to be on fire

Stelele sunt asezate astfel incat sa formeze litere. Alfabete celeste. Scrieri care se schimba pe masura ce se mischa pamantul. Daca te uiti asa la cer, ai senzatia ca e un imens poem schimbator , sau poate o schrisoare , care initial a avut un autor, apoi, dupa ce pamantul s-a mischat, un alt autor a completat-o . Asa ca stau si ma uit la cer, pana cand , intr-o zi , voi putea s-o citesc.

You may think you see plenty of stars, friend reader, but you are wrong. Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can imagine, and the sky a glory that puts to shame the most splendid jewels at Renwick's.

You may think you see plenty of stars, friend reader, but you are wrong. Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can imagine, and the sky a glory that puts to shame the most splendid jewels at Renwick's. Up in the mountains, where the air is crisper than the humid atmosphere of Scirland, I beheld a beauty I had never before seen.

Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can imagine, and the sky a glory that puts to shame the most splendid jewels at Renwick's.

I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air

A few generations living and dying without a sky, and enclosed spaces lost the atavistic terror of premature burial.

Each sort of cheese reveals a pasture of a different green, under a different sky.

I thank You God for this most amazing day for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes.

It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.

Takeoff isn't scary at all - just the landing. Once you're in the air, you feel that sense of freedom of no limits.

You are the treasure custodian, cleaning the moon for me, scouring the sky so the stars would shine bright.

My only sketch profile of heaven is a large blue sky and larger than the biggest I have seen in June-and in it are my friends-every one of them.

I don't have wings, but I believe I can fly and touch the sky.

When the people stare at the sky and dream of blessedness, or when they quiver with fear for hell after death, their eyes get blinded so they can't see their own right of primogeniture

The moon rose in the east and that was moon-rise. Six hours later it hung at its zenith between east and west, and that was south-moon-over. It set in the west and that was moon-down. Then it passed from sight and swung under the earth, between west and east. And when it was directly under the earth, that was south-moon-under.

It came in rose fingers that fanned across a blue sky framed by snowcapped mountains

We had the sky up there, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss whether they was made or just happened.