Quotes About Sky

The clouds were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked to me like they had the sun pretty effectively intimidated.

How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end. As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?

Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

Considerai anche che nei linguaggi umani non c'è proposizione che non implichi l'universo intero; dire la tigre è dire le tigri che la generarono, i cervi e le testuggini che divorò, il pascolo di cui si alimentarono i cervi, la terra che fu madre del pascolo, il cielo che dette luce alla terra.

El cielo azul, es cielo y es azul

Am cugetat c? nici chiar în limbajele umane nu exist? propoziÈ›ie care s? nu implice universul întreg; a spune tigrul înseamn? a spune tigrii care l-au z?mislit, cerbii È™i È›estoasele pe care el le-a devorat, p??unea din care s-au hr?nit cerbii, p?mântul care a fost maic? a p??unii, cerul care a dat lumin? p?mântului.

Am cugetat c? nici chiar în limbajele umane nu exist? propoziÈ›ie care s? nu implice universul întreg; a spune tigrul înseamn? a spune tigrii care l-au z?mislit, cerbii È™i È›estoasele pe care el le-a devorat, p??unea din care s-au hr?nit cerbii, p?mântul care a fost maic? a p??unii, cerul care a dat lumin? p?mântului.

I reflected that even in the languages of humans there is no proposition that does not imply the entire universe; to say the jaguar is to say all the jaguars that engendered it, the deer and turtles it has devoured, the grass that fed the deer, the earth that was mother to the grass, the sky that gave light to the earth

The river was blue then like extension of the sky.

I leaned way back to gaze at the blanket of blue sky where a few small clouds hung, white as the fleece of a new lamb. "Even out on the ocean," Bill said, "Father Sky will be above us. We will never be forgotten by the sky.

Wherever the poetry of myth is interpreted as biography, history or science, it is killed. The living images become only remote facts of a distant time or sky.

Good night; ensured release,Imperishable peace,Have these for yours.While sky and sea and landAnd earth's foundations standAnd heaven endures.

Can the circle be unbrokenBye and bye, Lord, bye and byeThere's a better home a-waitingIn the sky, Lord, in the sky.

For people steeped in biblical wonders and supernatural lore, alterations in the night sky, including the aurora borealis in northern latitudes, carried even greater portent.

New York bakes in a cess of gritty fug all summer, and congeals into gray slush all winter. There are a couple of days in the spring and autumn when the sky is madonna blue, the air crisp, and the light bright and sparkling, and that's when they take the pictures and make the romantic comedies.

Tut, Tut, looks like rain

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, and I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who." - Winnie-the-Pooh

How sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue It makes him very proud To be a little cloud.

If you were a bird, and lived on high, You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, You'd say to the wind when it took you away: "That's where I wanted to go today!

Oh on my breast in days hereafter Light the earth should lie, Such weight to bear is now the air, So heavy hangs the sky. (Additional Poems, X)

Good creatures, do you love your lives And have you ears for sense? Here is a knife like other knives, That cost me eighteen pence. I need but stick it in my heart And down will come the sky, And earth's foundations will depart And all you folk will die.

Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.

I became an ethereal sky, wrenched and stretched to dry.

The light, the sky, the water, they were all things you looked through during the day. At night, they were things you looked into. You looked into the stars, you looked into dark rollers and the surprising platinum flash of their caps. No one ever stared at the tip of a cigarette in the daylight hours...