Quotes About Sky

I know the stars by heart, the armies of the night, and there in the lead the ones that bring us snow or the crops of summer, bring us all we have-- our great blazing kings of the sky, I know them, when they rise and when they fall . . .

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

It seemed impossible, from within love at least, that this could have been anything but fate. It would have taken a steady mind to contemplate without superstition the enormous probability of a meeting that had turned out to alter our lives. Someone at (30,000 feet) must have been pulling strings in the sky.

My eyes were bewildered at their freedom. Without the motives that had marked the rest of the day - to seek out the airport, the exit out of Marseilles and so on - they careered from object to object, so that if their path had been traced by the mark of a giant pencil, the sky would soon have been darkened by random and impatient patterns

A cloud floats in the sky. A sparrow flutters. No one speaks.

Star light, star bright, The first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight.

Opens I mouth, for make noise in I's hurt, and say of fire is come through I, and rise, and rise, with grits of bright, in neath of old black sky.

Have you ever heard silence? It is not a stillness which is the absence of sound. Silence is not empty, it is full of content. It is like the sky?intangible yet containing the stars, the sun, the moon, and all existence. That is silence and it is full of tongues.

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth.

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.

There was something about the never-ending vastness of the sea and sky that usually gave me comfort, reminding me that in the enormity of the universe, my problems, no matter how painful, were very, very small.

master. "There's the Shenandoah," Janine said, after they'd been flying about half an hour.

He thought of history moving backward…why did it haunt him? What was he supposed to do? Just know it was there? Just be a witness? The earth plummeted across the sky. The ancestor, the extinct ones, were singing with the wind, some off-key.

The train surges forward. I start singing an old Irving Berlin song Mom used to play on the piano: "How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?…And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?

For the first time in years he raised his eyes to the windows and saw, beyond the frozen roofs and under the crystal clear sky, the distant mountains gleaming, white with snow. They looked like silver clouds sailing gaily along, slow-moving, above the worries of the earth. He looked at them: for how long had he been oblivious to their existence? He thought, how different they are from us men, God, how pure and beautiful.

The sky over the wharf is a sometime-ish sky, it changes with the moods and anxieties of the clerk, it is ink blue as her coat or grey as sea or pink as evening clouds. It is cobalt as good luck or manganite as trouble.

Rose doesn't like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

Life is short if you don't notice it'll pass you by, That's why my head is in the clouds trying to pass the sky.

Oh how beautiful to fall to give you flight, to die to give you life, to rest under your sky; and in your enchanted land forever sleep.

Freedom is the basic condition for you to touch life, to touch the blue sky, the trees, the birds, the tea, and the other person.

Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

The sky is the limit. I'm just following where life takes me. It's been an incredible journey.

There's no life like the life I've lived. You're free like a cloud floating up in the sky.