Quotes About Sky

He nodded in the dark, confirmed. His hand waved a question across the sky. Stars everywhere. More than we can count? So why isn't the night sky full of light? His slow, sad words stiffened the hairs up and down my body. My son had rediscovered Olbers' paradox.

He looks out the many-paned kitchen window. Through the Hoel Chestnut, the sky is so stupid with blue that it looks like it was slathered on by a primary-schooler with finger paints.

Paraíso e Inferno são o mar e o céu (...) E tu és o horizonte

Our baboon was going completely sky goddess - which is to say, nuts.

Looking up in the sky, I saw the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern I had never noticed before- a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girls figure- a girl with a bow, running across the sky. Let the world honor you, my Huntress. Live forever in the stars.

But I've never even been to Olympus! Zeus is crazy! Chiron and Grover glanced nervously at the sky. The clouds didn't seem to be parting around us, as Grover had promised. They were rolling straight over our valley, sealing us in like a coffin lid. Er, Percy ...? Grover said. We don't use the c-word to describe the Lord of the Sky.

As he fell toward the highway, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind: his body smashing against an SUV's windshield, some annoyed commuter trying to push him off with the wipers. Stupid 16-year-old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!

I can see the stars again m'lady.

We hurtled through the sky like things that hurtle through the sky. The wind whipped my face. The snow blinded me. The cold was so bad it made me cold. Okay, yeah, the mead of poetry definitely wasn't working.

Stupid Sixteen year old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!

The weight of the sky dropped onto Atlas's back, almost smashing him flat until he managed to get to his knees, struggling to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it was too late. Noooooo! He bellowed so hard it shook the mountain. Not again! Atlas was trapped under his old burden.

Stupid sixteen-year-old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!

Barrage balloons dotted the sky like blind whales bobbing around in the wrong element.

hooligan posse of gulls wheeled noisily overhead

She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those blue patches of sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wears. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there though the clouds that had met and pilled one above the other in the west facing her window.

I meant skies all empty aching blue. I meant years. I meant all of them with you.

Suddenly, the Great Bear constellation rose up on his hind legs, furious at this invasion of his sky. Beside him, the Bull bellowed and pawed the air. The Ram lowered his head. The three charged Typhon.

I am in awe of the perpetual tumult of the sea. I am moved by the still place on the horizon where the sky begins. I am stirred by the soaring and dipping fields that make the landscape into a rumpled green counterpane. I thought I would never have such powerful feelings again. I thought I would live through the rest of my life having experiences, and thoughts, but I never thought I would again feel deeply-- I was convinced that my wounds had healed and become thick scars, essentially numb.

Like colors or a spring tree against that kind ofblue sky that pulls your heart out through your eyes. Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees.

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough. Time gets strange there from too much sky, too many miles from crack to crease in the flat surface of the land.

What I wanted was that walk: slate and windy, the sky overcast but not threatening rain. I

Cher Ami, my savior, I grieve you, I think absurdly, eyes to the sky.

In the daytime, there was often a lovely patch of blue, and sometimes toward evening, before twilight, the clouds turned bright orange or pink.