Quotes About Sky

I'm one of those people who loves to fly.

I'd like to fly.

I used to fly airplanes myself, so being above the ground doesn't worry me too much.

I love to fly so much.

I love the way ravens fly; they are the most acrobatic and daring birds.

I fly a light aircraft.

I love flying.

I haven't been able to write a song about flying. It just sounds cheesy. But for me, there's nothing like being up there.

I think flying is kind of an emotional experience.

Everybody kind of fantasizes about it, flying.

A veces, desde que he estado en el jardín, alzo la vista y miro el cielo entre los árboles y he tenido ese extraño sentimiento de estar feliz, como si algo estuviera empujándome el pecho, tirándome y haciéndome respirar de prisa. La magia siempre está empujando, tirando y haciendo cosas de la nada. Todo está hecho de magia, las hojas y los árboles, las flores y los pájaros, los tejones y las zorras y las ardillas y la gente.

If the sun is going to shine, little pink clouds float about, and I feel as if I could touch them. And if it rains, the drops patter and patter as if they were saying something nice. Then if there are stars, you can lie and try to count how many go into the patch.

The air is full of sounds; the sky of tokens; the ground is all memoranda and signatures; and every object covered with hints…So wrote Emerson and he is right. The world

A kiss about apple pie à la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.

Full moon calls thee-- Shai-hulud shall thou see; Red the night, dusky sky, Bloody death didst thou die. We pray to a moon: she is round-- Luck with us will then abound, What we seek for shall be found In the land of solid ground.

The birds were a blurred patch on silver-blue sky—distant flecks of soot floating above him.

Un vehemente cataclismo de colores inundó el cielo mientras el astro desaparecía tras el horizonte.

The boat spelled enveloping safety, a return to the womb. But when the men came ashore, that was birth: exposure. The sky's a hideous thing to men who want to hide from it.' Dr

the sunset. A violent calamity of color spilled over the sky as the sun dipped beneath the horizon.

birds already were calling and lifting into the sky.

My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.

There were clouds in the sky and far off toward the open water at the distant end of the bay was a hint of fog. Frank eyed the mist doubtfully. It would take some time to make a close search of the caves on the north shore, and if fog came up, a hunt would be difficult.

the western sky as they drove out of Bayport's residential district and into the wooded outskirts of town. Soon they pulled up on the dirt lane directly in front of the Perth mansion.

Callie and Iola are giving the party together," Frank explained. "That reminds me, Joe. We're supposed to pick up the ice cream!" A short time later, as Frank and Joe stepped from the house, they noted the gray, leaden sky overhead. "Looks as if that fogbank has moved in from the bay," Joe commented. "It'll be thick downtown.