Quotes About Sky

A lot of things drew me to Texas. One is the wilderness: It's pretty close to wide open spaces, which I didn't grow up around and I love. You don't have to have a lot of money to have a view: The view is the sky, and it's everywhere.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.

There was no wind in all that sweep of sky.

What makes me write is the rhythm of the world around me - the rhythms of the language, of course, but also of the land, the wind, the sky, other lives. Before the words comes the rhythm - that seems to me to be of the essence.

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

One thing I love about being back is English rain. Looking out of the window now, it's raining, and the sky is dark; I love it. To me, those are reassuringly English things. I love it when it rains.

My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.

I was transformed by picking up a pair of binoculars and looking up, and that's hard to do for a city kid because when you look up you just see buildings - and really, your first thought is to look in people's windows. So to look out of the space - out of living space - and look up to the sky, binoculars go far, literally and figuratively.

The sky in Texas is the most amazing sky in the whole country, I think, like you can see more sky in Texas than you can see anywhere else in the world.

The landscape of Texas is in all my work. It's that light; it's that sky.

For my parents, leaving the close social quarters of Abilene was like getting out of jail. They were not true West Texans; they had not come to love the unending monotony of mesquite barrens or the high, hot blue sky that made sunsets a matter of prayerful thankfulness.

When I was a boy, the only thing which captivated me as much as music was the night sky.

I read once that we're all just dead stars looking back up at the sky...I don't know why I was thinking about that, but it made a lot of sense right then that stars glow so brightly in their instant of death...

Crowded rooms and lonesome tunes and very little sky.

One red gash of sunset shone....

Did you see the frightened ones? Did you hear the falling bombs? Did you ever wonder Why we had to run for shelter When the promise of a brave new world Unfurled beneath the clear blue sky?

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

Quando è a terra, un aquilone ha bisogno di molta amicizia; a livello del suolo perde forma e vita, e si rattrista facilmente. Gli ci vuole altezza, spazio libero e molto cielo attorno per sbocciare in tutta la sua bellezza.

aušra vienu mostu nužerdavo Vandenyn? nuo galo iki galo, ir dangus staiga pasirodydavo visu šviesumu, o mano širdis vis dar plakdavo nakties ritmu, akys vis dar tik?davo tamsa. Juk esu senas žvaigždži? rijikas, ir lengviausiai pasitikiu naktim.

Every love story needs a closure. If it is denied that, it drifts aimlessly between the earth and the sky like a ghost..

The world halted. There sounded a great gong made of sky. A gasp. Silence.

A quanti uomini, presi nel gorgo d'una passione, oppure oppressi, schiacciati dalla tristezza, dalla miseria, farebbe bene pensare che c'è, sopra il soffitto, il cielo, e che nel cielo ci sono le stelle. [...] Contemplandole, s'inabissa la nostra inferma piccolezza, sparisce nella vacuità degli spazii, e non può non sembrarci misera e vana ogni ragione di tormento. Ma bisognerebbe avere in sé, nel momento della passione, la possibilità di pensare alle stelle.