Quotes About Sky

M?t con ??i bàng hoàng gia th??ng t?ng v?t cao m?t mình trong b?u tr?i xanh, nh?ng không bao gi? làm b?n v?i chim b? câu nh? mà ?u?i theo nh?ng con ki?n, bánh mì v?n và b?i b?n trong máng.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

All over the sky a sacred voice is calling your name.

Control's mother often seemed to him like a flash of light across a distant night sky.

With sunset came a premonition of beauty: The pre-dusk sky already had so many stars in it. Before he activated the lens, he sat there for a few minutes, staring up at them, at the deep blue of the sky that framed them. At such moments, he felt as if he really did live on the edge of the known world. As if he was alone, in the way he wanted to be alone: when he chose to be and not when the world imposed it on him.

A moment in the sky, forever in the heart.

They circle; now dense like a polished roof, now disseminated like the meshes of some vast all-heaven-sweeping net, now darkening, now flashing out a million rays of light . . . a madness in the sky

I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings.

It's going to be a pretty day to fly.

I knew why I was claustrophobic, all right. But knowing why didn't make it go away. I wondered what it would be like to see the dark blue sky above us not as heavy drapes of cloth, the top of a circus tent, but as an infinite expanse. As everybody else saw it.

When the balloons are out, as they often are, we raise our glasses at the sky before we drink.

He tipped back his head to look at the sky, its torn beauty rinsed and salved by fog, and imagined he was seeing their opioid dreams rising into heaven.

then you will shine among them, like stars in the sky

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, star on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's so beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is "It's lovely." " 'Lovely' is a lovely word that should be used more often.

Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to say it, but it's beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is 'It's lovely.' 'Lovely is a lovely word that should be used more often.

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's beautiful.

Late in the afternoon the sky changed to pale gray and there was rain in the air, the atmosphere close and stifling, and a silence clung heavily to the flat colorless plain.

He watched the eternity of the sky. The dark was restful, but the vastness was cold and made you draw something close to you.

Paris, pareil à un pan de ciel étoilé tombé sur un coin de la terre noire, lui apparut sévère et comme fâché de son retour.

C'était comme un éclair de passion, rapide et aveuglant, dans un ciel mort.

A mi espalda, brillaba aún el sol y ante mí se levantaba la luna.

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

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.