Quotes About Sky

I had hoped that I might replace the burning blackness in my mind with the simple, remote darkness of the night sky. Sometimes I could calm myself that way, but tonight the longer I stared at the sky, its untouchable beauty, the more I wanted to hurt someone.

Miró el oscuro cielo a través de la ventanilla y del torbellino de copos de nieve. Se sentía desconectada. Perdida. Ojalá no lo sintiera todo tan profundamente.

I am too weary. For oh, I am so terribly weary at last! I think, in all of London, there is no-one and nothing so weary as I—unless perhaps the river, which flows beneath the frigid sky, through its accustomed courses, to the sea. How deep, how black, how thick the water seems to-night! How soft its surface seems to lie. How chill its depths must be.

The sunrise sky was creeping over the edge of the city in orange-and-scarlet striations, and the clocks were or were not chiming seven.

The sky was a fading red and nothing remained of the day save for a line of molten gold slowly lowering on the western horizon.

THE SKY ABOVE the harbor of Lashain was capped with writhing clouds the color of coal slime, sealing off any speck of light from stars or moons.

The softest rain was falling, little more than a warm wet kiss from the sky

hazy October sky. A muted lime-green aurora shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. (Ps. 19:1–3)

If you want to say that the sky is black, and if I'm there, even if I fall back down again, I will be weightless for a period of time - maybe that's the definition of space.

Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream?

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.

It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky, up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened- Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many.

a raft or a scow, you know; and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them

it was as bright as glory, and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the thunder let go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down-stairs—where

We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.

after which placed their hand on their head, and appeared up closer to the sky, with the tears jogging down, and then busted out and went off sobbing and swabbing, and supply the following female a display.  I by no means see anything so disgusting.

The sky looks ever so deep when you lay down on your back in the moonshine; I never knowed it before.

Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only God's echoes and God is Narcissus.

Mi tuffo, tengo i palmi moooolto larghi, rovesciando il Mondo e sollevando il cielo, unendo insieme stratocumuli & terreno.

Sono io la corrente. E corrente alternata. Controcorrente e scatenata. Ma ammiro anche Sam, e mi sono lanciata, anche se è timido si alza appena esco dalle placide onde per prendergli la mano e anche lui, in questo pantano, sotto il cielo rosso tiziano.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .