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Quotes About Sky

Only in one comic book, Dr. Strange, did I find anything that approached a depiction of the esoteric or spiritual. I remember Dr. Strange lying back in meditation and then leaving his body to do battle with villains on the astral plane. That, however, didn't strike me as very much like my magical moments beneath the sun and the sky when the whole world seemed to stand still.
~ David Zindell
This is the problem with danger, isn't it? You can even be warned and ignore the warning. Danger can seem far away until the sky grows dark, and a bolt of fury heads straight toward you.
~ Deb Caletti
And once again, that high, domed sky makes me feel a wide vista of emotion, and once again I could weep at an overturned chair or a torn page, or today, Larry's scruffy beard and the ink on his fingers that I can see from here.
~ Deb Caletti
Listen to what the sky is telling you.
~ A.D. Posey
Therefore from one man (Abraham) ... were born as many as the stars of the sky in multitude -- innumerable as the sand which is by the seashore.
~ Hebrews 11 12
If I were a bird, I will have no feet.
~ Sola Kosoko
The sky is not your limit...your beliefs are.
~ Lorri Faye
a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.
~ E.E. Cummings
How can the sky be the limit if there are footsteps on the moon?
~ Emily Marple
A woman is a blue sky with flying white clouds of emotions.
~ Debasish Mridha
You are so beautiful and bright. I can only see you in my dreams. When I open my eyes, you vanish into the sky.
~ Debasish Mridha
On a silent moonlit night look at the sky and see yourself dancing with those distant twinkling stars.
~ Debasish Mridha
Later, I realized that the mission had to end in a let-down because the real barrier wasn't in the sky but in our knowledge and experience of supersonic flight.
~ Chuck Yeager
the tundra was even more beautiful—a glistening gold, and its shadows were purple and blue. Lemon-yellow clouds sailed a green sky and every wind-tossed sedge was a silver thread. "Oh," she whispered in awe, and stopped where she was to view the painted earth.
~ Jean Craighead George
Le vent déracina celui de qui le ciel était voisin et dont les pieds touchaient à l'empire des mots.
~ Jean de La Fontaine
All was iris-blue, earth and sky together, with a cluster of clouds in the west. The young sun made his way, knee-deep in the grass. The wind scattered the dew like a lively colt. It sent up flights of birds which swam for a while among the waves of the sky, as if drunk and dizzy from screaming, and then suddenly dropped, like handfuls of stones.
~ Jean Giono
Ce matin, c'est le grand gel et le silence. C'est le silence, mais le vent n'est pas bien mort ; il ondule encore un peu ; il bat encore un peu de la queue contre le ciel dur. Il n'y a pas encore de soleil. Le ciel est vide ; le ciel est tout gelé comme un linge étendu.
~ Jean Giono
I been good. Real good. Gettin' old, but nuttin' I can do about it. If I wake up in the morning and see the sky, I know it's gonna be a good day.
~ Jean Heller
She was worshiping under the blue sky, to the jubilant chanting of the birds.
~ Jean Webster
Whatever sky's above me, I've a heart for any fate.
~ Jean Webster
Rebeca leans her head against her sister's shoulder and watches the changing colors of the landscape. The sun sinks in front of them and turns the sandy earth orange and pink. The sky, too, is filled with crazy, vivid pinks and purples and blues and yellows, and the colors are slow to deepen, slow to slip into blackness, but when at last they are gone, the darkness is deeper and more vast than anything Luca has ever seen.
~ Jeanine Cummins
Es mi cielo, mi luna, y todas mis estrellas.
~ Jeanine Cummins
Words are taking their revenge. One day, they break the seals of the phylacteries, and come swarming out like snakes. Another day, they spurt from the labels of the bottles that had held them prisoner, and spread through the black sky with their pterodactyl-like jaws thrust forward like a saw-blade knife. They sweep straight ahead, and as they kill their masters their cries of vengeance can be heard.
~ Jean-Marie G. Le Clézio
The sky was a rich cloudless blue, the air still and dry, the maple trees glowing with glorious reds and oranges and yellows, and everywhere on Gardam Street squirrels bustled about with self-importance, burying their nuts in the most unlikely places.
~ Jeanne Birdsall