Quotes About Sky

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

Hope has no feathers Hope takes flight tethered with twine like a tattered kite, slave to the wind's capricious drift eager to soar but needing lift Hope waits stubbornly watching the sky for turmoil, feeding on things that fly: crows, ashes, newspapers, dry leaves in flight all suggest wind that could lift a kite Hope sails and plunges firmly caught at the end of her string - fallen slack, pulling taught, ragged and featherless. Hope never flies but doggedly watches for windy skies.

Incredible. It is just incredible that you can notice something like that when your face is so cold you can't feel it anymore, and you know perfectly well you are surrounded by death, and the only way to stay alive is to endure the howling wind and hold your course. And still the sky is beautiful.

Stars poked through like holes in the cloth of the sky and shed no light on anything.

Rose: But when you're in the air, and the sky above you is a sea of gray mist and the land below you is all green, the silver balloons float in between like a school of shining silver whales, bobbing a little in the wind. They are as big as buses, and I and every other pilot have a healthy fear of them because their teathering cables are loaded with explosives to try to snarl up enemy aircraft.

The sky was a hundred shades of blue, studded with clouds that hung miles above the desert floor, their tops glowing a warm, luminous peach, like whipped cream lit from within.

All the buildings lining rue de Conservatoire are constructed of cream marble or limestone. When I went outside today, the sky was pale and fierce, on the very cusp of rain. From the top of the church and the conservatory, the contrast was almost imperceptible, as if marble and air danced cheek to cheek.

It was blue. All of it: rugs, hangings, curtains ... 'This room looks as if someone vomited the sky,' Layla said.

And her palace,' Simeon said dreamily. 'You can hardly imagine, Isidore. It's made entirely of pink marble, and it looks over the banks of a huge rain plain. Sometimes the plain fills with white flowers, thousands and thousands of them. If there's rain, the plain forms a great blue mirror to the sky.

The sky was a high, pale blue, like faded linen hung in the sun ... Under the alders were bluebells, dark blue, blue flowers hanging their little heads from the beauty of their blossoms.

This life's a long old road We shouldn't have to walk alone But if you find the right companion You won't feel so worn out when you've grown All life is precious And every day's a prize And sometimes you'll find an answer in the sky

The sky is an enormous man.

Cînd zaresc cerul, îmi vine sa ma dizolv în el, iar cînd privesc pamîntul, sa ma îngrop în maruntaiele lui.

Cerul senin ne oblig? la mai multe întrist?ri decât cel cenuÈ™iu, c?ci ne pune în faÈ›a prea multor speranÈ›e la care n-avem curajul pe când ultimul ne îngroap? f?r? speranÈ›e.

Un cer ca o bolt? unei inimi dezolate...Parc? toate singur?t??ile au purces spre în?lÈ›imi È™i s-au oprit în drum ca tristeÈ›ea muritorilor s? se mângâie în contemplarea lor. Singurul cer ce te poate dispensa de mare È™i care te invit? s? mori frumos È™i nefericit.

Blazing in Gold and quenching in PurpleLeaping like Leopards to the Sky…And the Juggler of Day is gone.

So sunset hath the richest sky, So saints look happiest as they die.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

Because the sky is high and lonely, and it makes me feel very alone, and that makes my heart dance, and then I feel stronger. But at the same time, there's this energy in the air; it's a time of waiting, before winter really sets in.

The conversation we just had was like a glimpse of stars through a chink in cloudy sky.

Rifletteva il cielo azzurro di quella preziosa schiarita della stagione delle piogge.

Because the sky is high and lonely, and it makes me feel very alone, and that makes my heart dance, and then I feel stronger. But at the same time, there's this energy in the air; it's a time of waiting, before winter really sets in.

From earth, and sky, and sea, Let cheer come unto me, And mirth, and tenderness, And all the things that bless, That I may pass them on to those Who suffer woes; Not keep them for mine own.

During the day it is hard to remember that all the stars in the sky are out there all the time, even when I am too blinded by the sun to see them.