Quotes About Sky

P.S. I close my eyes and see a seagull in the desert, high, against unbearably blue sky. There is hope in the past. I'm writing to you all the time, I am writing with both hands, day and night.

O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part!

Seriousness in play. At sunset in Genoa, I heard from a tower a long chiming of bells; it kept on and on, and over the noise of the backstreets, as if insatiable for itself, it rang out into the evening sky and the sea air, so terrible and so childish at the same time, so melancholy. then I thoughts of Platos's words and felt them suddenly in my heart: all in all, nothing human is worth taking very seriously; nevertheless ...

just as if one of the cruel little stars had come down out of the airless sky to investigate why the Earth had gone away from the Sun

Kolya threw his shoes under the bed and went to the window. There was a full moon, light green and ugly, in the sky. It seemed to be hiding behind the treetops, spying. Its light was soft and lifeless, and its rays were tremulous and mesmerizing, as they penetrated through the branches...

After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep.

In Finland in the winter, when the sky is totally choked with clouds, the country becomes one big sensory deprivation tank.

During the winter my attention was attracted to the changes in the stars and planets in the sky.

In Minneapolis, the overhead sky walks protect pedestrians from the winter cold and snow.

When I was a little boy, my wish was to be on an airplane. My wish was to get on a plane and fly to the sky.

No matter how tough my life was, I was always looking up at the sky and wishing for good things.

Whenever I start a 'Potter' film, I get these dreams. The last dream I had, I was in a war and the sky was blotted with broomsticks and I couldn't find my wand. It was so intense. I always have mental, intense, war wizard dreams when I'm doing the films.

There are many theories about the best way to remove excess carbon from the atmosphere - some are ludicrous, others are at least worth study. The most commonly discussed plan is to lace the sky with reflective chemicals.

I actually find flying therapeutic.

In the field of astronomy in the mid-'60s, quasars were very sexy objects - gigantic, star-like masses about which little was known. I was a graduate research student at Cambridge working towards my Ph.D. and chose quasars as the subject for my thesis. Part of my project involved surveying the sky for them using a radio telescope.

On the morrow the horizon was covered with clouds- a thick and impenetrable curtain between earth and sky, which unhappily extended as far as the Rocky Mountains. It was a fatality!

If we break faith with thee, may the green earth gape and swallow us, may the grey seas break in and overwhelm us, may the sky of stars fall and crush us out of life for ever.

A few languid clouds moved inland over our heads. A little high plane was gamboling among them like a terrier in a henyard.

The sun burned like a fire ship on the water, sinking slowly till only a red smoke was left trailing up the sky. A fishing boat was headed into the harbor, black and small against the enormous west. Above its glittering wake a few gulls whirled like sparks which had gone out.

The sunset spilled on the water and flared across the sky. The sky changed through several colors and became a soft crumbled gray. It was like walking under the roof of an enormous cave where hidden fires burned low.

The historical record is like the night sky: we see a few stars and group them together into mythic constellations. But what is chiefly visible is the darkness.

Bajo el cielo, resignadas, reposan las aguas melancólicas. Las torres y las sombras se confunden de tal modo que todo parece suspendido en el aire, mientras que desde una torre orgullosa, la Muerte como un espectro gigante, contempla la ciudad que yace a sus pies.

Buscad en la naturaleza el secreto de la poesía. Ella os dará los elementos inertes y los elementos vivos de los afectos. Ella es cielo, aire y tierra: ella es hombre y mujer, luz y amor, ciencia y virtud, color y armonía… escala misteriosa que remata en Dios.

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.