Quotes About Sky

The question is, what color will everything be at the moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

So much life- so much to live for- yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away.

A NICE THOUGHT One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see—the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on.

She looks up. She speaks in a whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold...

How do you give someone a piece of sky? Memorize it. Then write it down for him.

I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away.

Or till the stars were dragged down again, into the waters of the German sky.

Cómo le regalas a alguien un pedazo de cielo? A finales de febrero, se detuvo en medio de Münchenstrasse y se quedó mirando una enorme nube que asomaba tras las colinas como un monstruo blanco.

Ella era una ladrona de libros. Él asaltaba el cielo.

How do you give someone a piece of sky? Late in February, she stood on Munich Street and watched a single giant cloud come over the hills like a white monster. It climbed the mountains. The sun was eclipsed, and in it's place, a white beast with a gray heart watched the town.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain.

He remained shrouded in his uniform as the graying light arm-wrestled the sky.

Byly tam hvÄ›zdy. Pálily mÄ› z nich o?i.

Jedna byla zlodÄ›jka knih. Ten druhý kradl oblohu.

The voice amazed her. It made the endless sky into a ceiling just above his head, and the words bounced back, landing somewhere on the floor of limping Jewish feet.

instead of clinging to me for support, he was holding me up, embracing me, trying to help me trust that everything around us—the dolphins, the birds, the sun, the sky, the whole vast, blue Atlantic—was there to bring us joy. I think he may be right.

when the sky is as grey as this - impeccably grey, a denial, really of the very concept of colour - and the stooped millions lift their heads, it's hard to tell the air from the impurities in our human eyes, as if the sinking climbing paisley curlicues of grit were part of the element itself, rain, spores, tears, film, dirt. Perhaps, at such moments, the sky is no more then the sum of the dirt that lives in our human eyes.

Above, all was ocean brightness: against the flat blue sky the clouds had been sketched by an impressively swift and confident hand. What talent. I like the sky and often wonder where I'd be without it. I know: I'd be in England, where we don't have one.

The sun had long set, but one blood-red gash like an open wound lay low in the distant west.

Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.

El cielo estaba relleno de señales de televisión.

I got up at 5 o'clock and saw the sun rise in a marvelous sky. A bright heart of light with a green rim fell on my bed three times.