Quotes About Sky

They call it the War with the Sky." Bisesa snorted. "That's ridiculous. How can you wage war on an abstraction?" "I suspect that's the point. It means whatever you want it to mean.

Cloud I'm cheerful, whatever happens, a puff in sky -- what splendor exists, I'm there.

Our house was a castle, turreted and open to the sky.

Thinking of you where ever you are- We pray for our sorrows to end and hope that our hearts will blend now I will step forward to realize this wish- And who knows starting a new journey may not be so hard or maybe it's already begun- There are many worlds but they share the same sky one sky one destiny-

All this working land was turned into exuberance by the light. The sunshine was dizzy on open stubble; shadows from immense cumulus clouds were forever sliding across low mounds; and the sky was wider and loftier and more resolutely blue than the sky of cities... she declared. It's a glorious country; a land to be big in

Together we can face any challenges as deep as the ocean and as high as the sky

In this, with him... I'm as close to the sky as I've ever been.

I have Will. Here, he's my way back to the sky.

The sky is an endless, evening blue and there's the smell of honeysuckle in the air. Music is burbling away gently in the background and Nathaniel's hand is resting casually on my thigh. I have never felt so content in my life.

I only ask to live, with pure faith keeping In word and deed that Law which leaps the sky, Made of no mortal mould, undimmed, unsleeping Whose living godhead does not age or die.

i see the sky as beautiful, Regardless of its shine Because I wake each day grateful, That I get another chance to be alive.

These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof.

The star that bids the shepherd fold.

Sequoias, kings of their race, growing close together like grass in a meadow, poised their brave domes and spires in the sky three hundred feet above the ferns and lilies that enameled the ground; towering serene through the long centuries, preaching God's forestry fresh from heaven

Mars tugs at the human imagination like no other planet. With a force mightier than gravity, it attracts the eye to the shimmering red presence in the clear night sky...

I greeted his posting with the sort of enthusiasm that would have followed the news that King Herod had been chosen to supervise the crèche. Very early on in our working relationship I ventured the notion - on air - that clouds were, if you like, poems in the sky, and he greeted this outbreak of loveliness with spluttering disbelief. here, I felt, was a singularly crass man.

One of these days lightning is going to fill the sky from the rising of the sun to its setting, and there is going to appear in the clouds one like a son of man with his mighty angels in flaming fire. And we will see him clearly. And whether from terror or sheer excitement, we will tremble and we will wonder how, how we ever lived so long with such a domesticated, harmless Christ.

The Pharisees and Sadducees came to Jesus and tested him by asking him to show them a sign from heaven. He replied, "When evening comes, you say, 'It will be fair weather, for the sky is red,' and in the morning, 'Today it will be stormy, for the sky is red and overcast.' You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times." (Matthew 16:1-3)

The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures.

It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

The Red Baron and his eighty combat victories in the sky pale in comparison to legendary U-boat captain Lothar von Arnauld de la Perière and his 194 sunken ships.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

Around the village, tree-lined ridges rose up against the deeper dark beyond and, along that wavering verge, stars moved imperceptibly in the treetops, encircling man and animal alike. Altogether, those cross-hatched branches wove a spangled basket against the sky and somewhere inside it was the tiger, hunting.