Quotes About Sky

Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.

The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

A boat beneath a sunny sky, lingering onward dreamily in an evening of july - [...] long has paled that sunny sky: echoes fade and memories die. autumn frosts have slain july. [...] ever drifting down the stream - lingering in the golden gleam - life, what is it but a dream?

See the Sun is overhead

When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

Adina appealed to the sky. We asked for rescue and you sent us incompetent rockstar pirates with a broken ship and perfect abs? Thank you, God, Petra said.

Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.

Eu considerei a sua cara e sabia a felicidad , Balder murmurs from the backseat, his eyes still closed. I looked upon your face and knew happiness. Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.

Alma Rene LaVoy was the most alive person Ling Chan has ever met. The pretty chorus girl was the light in the sky over Chinatown during a New Years celebration.

When you looked up to the sky and cried Why? sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. Sorry, it whispered on the wind. Sorry for all the pain loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too.

The sky was Alice blue (one

I read somewhere that flying is like throwing your soul into the heavens and racing to catch it as it falls. I don't think mine would ever fall, he murmured, looking at the clear cold sky.

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?

Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.

There was a little hill behind the house. You climbed it, and there was the whole sky from horizon to horizon. A hundred and eighty degrees of brute inexplicable mystery. It was a good place for just sitting and saying nothing.

Bu adam bir düÅŸünürdü,eÄŸer düÅŸünürün anlam?n? biliyorsan?z. VahÅŸi haz?rcevap bir biçimde Yeryüzü ve gökyüzündeki ÅŸeylerden daha az?n? hayal eden biri. dedi.

I, too, was walking on air. Lou turned, her mouth a scarlet orb, as I have seen the sunset over Belgium, over the crinked line of shore, over the dim blue mystic curve of sea and sky; with the thought in my mind beating in tune with my excited heart. We didn't miss the arsenal this time. I was the arsenal too. I had exploded. I was the slayer and the slain! And there sailed Lou across the sky to meet me.

Así vio, por último, de improviso, el cielo sobre el palacio mancharse con el vuelo de cientos de pájaros, como expulsados fuera de la tierra, pájaros de todo tipo, estupefactos, huir por todas partes, enloquecidos, cantando y gritando, pirotécnica explosión de alas y nube de colores disparada en la luz, y de sonidos, asustados, música en fuga, volando en el cielo.

Cosí vide, alla fine, all'improvviso, il cielo sopra il palazzo macchiarsi del volo di centinaia d'uccelli, come esplosi via dalla terra, uccelli d'ogni tipo, stupefatti, fuggire ovunque, impazziti, cantando e gridando, pirotecnica esplosione di ali, e nube di colori sparata nella luce, e di suoni, impauriti, musica in fuga, nel cielo a volare. Hervé Joncour sorrise. Seta

Look at those clouds, said Jamie, gazing up at the sky. Look at them. Yes, said Isabel. They're very beautiful, aren't they? Clouds are very beautiful and yet so often we fail to appreciate them properly. We should do that. We should look at them and think about how lucky we are to have them. Look at the shape of the clouds, she said. What do you see in those beautiful clouds, Jamie? I see you, he said.

He tilted his hat back slightly, so that he could see the sky more clearly. It was so empty, so dizzying in its height, so unconcerned by the man who was crossing a field beneath it, and thinking as he did so.

He would sit down and consider the situation carefully. Not only did this help to identify the solution to the problem, but it also gave him the opportunity to remind himself that things were not really as bad as they seemed; it was all a question of perspective. Sitting down and looking up at the sky for a few minutes--not at any particular part of the sky, but just at the sky in general--at the vast, dizzying, empty sky of Botswana, cut human problems down to size.

It was a good place to sit and listen, under a sky that had seen so much and heard so much that one more wicked deed would surely make no difference. Sins, thought Mma Ramotswe, are darker and more powerful when contemplated within confining walls. Out in the open, under such a sky as this, misdeeds were reduced to their natural proportions—small, mean things that could be faced quite openly, sorted, and folded away.

And God was here anyway, before the missionaries came. We called him by a different name, then, and he did not live over at the Jews' place; he lived here in Africa, in the rocks, in the sky, in places where we knew he liked to be.