Quotes About Sky

It was early still, the sky white, nude.

Did you know that a bee dies after he stings you? And that there's a star called Aldebaran? And that around the tenth of August, any year, you can look up in the sky at night and see dozens and dozens of shooting stars?

In the deep sky where there had been a sun, we saw a ring of white silver; a smoking ring, and all the smokes were silver, too; gauzy, fuming, curling, unbelievable. And who had ever seen the sky this color! Not in the earliest morning or at twilight, never before had we seen or dreamed this strange immortal blue in which a few large stars now sparkled as though for the first time in creation.

Look at the mid- sky, about halfway up from the horizon, and wait for your eyes to adjust," I said softly. "It will take five to ten minutes."He was quiet. The sky was full of stars; and the spaces between them were not fully black, because the longer we stared, the more the pricks of other stars peeked behind and next to them. I stole that time to listen to him breathe. I soaked up his presence, storing it for the future, burning it into my memory.

She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze. The hot sun pressed down on her so that she felt hot and empty. Slowly, the meadow began to fulfill its promise.

Sull'aeroplano ci sentiamo membri di un organismo gigantesco: tutto sotto di noi si fa piccolo, maneggevole e lezioso come un giocattolo, finché ogni cosa si scioglie in una distanza indistinta sotto di noi e la nostra casa diventa il cielo, che ci appare pieno di dettagli e di cose da osservare.

would be an unprecedented climate for an unprecedented world, where silver carp glisten under a white sky.

Some people ask me what it's like to be forgiven, to feel grace. It's like walking on a long stretch of beach with nothing in sight but sky and waves and sand. With the sun piercing its brightness, the water tickling my toes, the roaring of the sea singing omniscience and power and yet, a deep peace, the waters changing from sandy brown to light green to a heavy blue, the waves cresting with the white peaks and then rushing to find my toes.

Moon, moon, rise in the sky to be a reminder of comfort and the hour when I was brave.

I am shot with wounds which have eyes that see a world all sorrow, always to be, panoramic and unhealable, and mouths that hang unspeakable in the sky of blood.

I could not believe I was sitting in the sky and had to act nonchalant about it. I tried to . But it was astonishing! Lucy Barton's first flight

It was the tall white windmills that came to her mind. How their skinny long arms all turned, but never together, except for just once in a while two of them would be turning in unison, their arms poised at the same place in the sky.

for Angie time was as big and round as the sky, and to try to make sense out of it was like trying to make sense of music and God and why the ocean was deep.

could not believe that I was sitting in the sky, and I had to act nonchalant about it, and I tried to. But it was astonishing.

Driving, Lambright thought the moon looked like a fingerprint of chalk.

I could not believe that I was sitting in the sky

I had only been on one airplane before, and that was when William flew me East my senior year in college. I could not believe that I was sitting in the sky, and I had to act nonchalant about it, and I tried to. But it was astonishing.

There was a glow in the sky as if great furnace doors were opened.

The woods hung dark on the hills; above, the sky violet, specked with minute feathery clouds, white as snowflakes.

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

A storm came chasing the sky away. And virgin sands Drank all the water of the evening woods, God's wind blew icicles into the ponds; As I wept I saw gold,- and could not drink. - Delirium II - Alchemy of the Word

Yes, Man is sad beneath the echoing sky; he clothes himself, he is no longer chaste, he has soiled his splendid body, gift of the gods... Yes, even after death, in pallid skeletons he hopes to live, insulting the beauty he once owned!

En el Paraíso hay amigos, música, algunos libros; lo único malo de irse al Cielo es que allí el cielo no se ve.

But from the wide roof of the sky Christ's voice peals forth with urgent cry, Calling our sleep-bound hearts to rise And greet the dawn with wakeful eyes.