Quotes About Sky

Low, dark clouds had been scudding across the sky all day, and now, late in the evening, they were rubbing their wet bellies against the hills.

Here the sky hangs over us dark and low, like a dirty screen, on which the clouds are fighting fierce battles.

A wheel moved slowly, bearing up into the sky empty carriages shaped like boats.

And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under crawling coop't we live and die, lift not thy hands to It for help -- for it rolls impotently on as thou or I.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help for It As impotently moves as you or I.

Why did you vanish Into empty sky? Even the fragile show, When it falls, Falls in this world.

I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

The color of this sky, what would you call it? Rose? Flame? Iridescent? The color of angel's wings? Or a huge temple? No, it is none of these things. It is much more sublime.

I shall become nothing, the wind, the sky.

American planes circled the clear blue sky of late fall. We stood in front of the Miyoshino-style building and looked up at them. "They're flying around in vain." "Yeah," Mabo said with a smile.

The next morning was peaceful and clear. The sea was calm. White smoke from the volcano on Oshima, just above the horizon, drifted up into the sky. Never mind. I hate describing scenery.

Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.

Yo soy tan pobre como la naturaleza, y tan simple como el firmamento.

The sun was extinguishing itself on the watery horizon.

The artist is a recepticle for the emotions that come from all over the place from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

If I could, I would gather the stars from the sky and lay them at your feet. Your love has been my salvation.

The wind pounced on them hard. It had blown some of the cloud away and stretched the rest across the sky like rags on a loom to make a rug. A blue and white and gray rug like that would b pretty, thought Arry. But how do I know that? Do I know it?

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

De pronto lo antiguo se precipita. Lo antiguo cae de las nubes. Es el rayo mismo. El trueno es la voz de este animal enorme y extremadamente negro que se llama tormenta. Los relámpagos saltan desde lo alto del cielo con el deseo de venir a tocar la tierra.

Rising up into the air, they took to the sky and flew. From west and beyond west, into the wind and through it, they came past countless moons and suns. One laughed and briefly wore a scarf of raindrops in her hair, and then with wicked feet she kicked a cloud and caused rain to swamp a boat.

Not erotic life, but the pleasure of the mind filling like the lower chamber of an hourglass with the slow-moving grains of a perfect day—sky, carnations, walking, reading, writing, Toasted Cheese, the presence of another who wishes to be so still, so silent too.

stars pricked the night sky.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

The Land looks deep inside itself to find the new Sky and there is no refusal for the one chosen. The past life is over and must be left behind, for the Land needs its Sky to watch over it and the Sky can have no other than the Land.