Quotes About Sky

Tehran looked the way most of its remaining citizens must have felt: sad, forlorn, and defenseless, yet not without a certain dignity. The adhesive tape pasted on the window-panes to prevent the implosion of shattered glass told the story of its suffering, a suffering made more poignant because of its newly recovered beauty, the fresh green of trees, washed by spring showers, the blossoms and the rising snowcapped mountains now so near, as if pasted across the sky.

Winter came and the city [Chicago] turned monochrome -- black trees against gray sky above white earth. Night now fell in midafternoon, especially when the snowstorms rolled in, boundless prairie storms that set the sky close to the ground, the city lights reflected against the clouds

This was it, I thought to myself. My inheritance. I rearranged the letters in a neat stack and set them under the registry book. Then I went out into the backyard. Standing before the two graves, I felt everything around me—the cornfields, the mango tree, the sky—closing in, until I was left with only a series of mental images, Granny's stories come to life.

Who spilled these stars across the sky like sparkling dust like clouds of light? They pour their milky shine into the deep black bowl above their heads white glittering too many to count.

He was quiet, holding that string and kite with everything he had. The way he looked. Eyes raised up, body tethered by one long thread to the big stormy sky, the whole of him up there with his words, talking to whoever was listening. I've not seen a sight to match it. No bones of his had ever been shoved in a feed bag. The man was a giant.

A red-tailed hawk rose high on an air current, calling out shrill, sequential rasps of raptor joy. She scanned the sky for another one. Usually when they spoke like that, they were mating. Once she'd seen a pair of them coupling on the wing, grappling and clutching each other and tumbling curve-winged through the air in hundred-foot death dives that made her gasp, though always they uncoupled and sailed outward and up again just before they were bashed to death in senseless passion.

in the first hour of dawn, just as the hem of the sky began to whiten.

Eyes raised up, body tethered by one long thread to the big stormy sky, the whole of him up there with his words, talking to whoever was listening. I've not seen a sight to match it. No bones of his had ever been shoved in a feed bag. The man was a giant.

Lusa bit her lip against the strange ache in her belly. This night was out of control completely, she thought, but what could you do? We're only what we are: a woman cycling with the moon, and a tribe of men trying to have sex with the sky.

The way he looked. Eyes raised up, body tethered by one long thread to the big stormy sky, the whole of him up there with his words, talking to whoever was listening. I've not seen a sight to match it. No bones of his had ever been shoved in a feed bag. The man was a giant.

We're only what we are: a woman cycling with the moon, and a tribe of men trying to have sex with the sky.

Its only boundary was the horizon, the sill of the sky, separating what the eye could see from what the mind might imagine.

May 22, 1975 No wall, no plant, no air, no sky Clinging to form Clinging to emptiness Stops the love We create this earth To teach us the love We are here on this earth To practice the love. Hae Mi

The sky surprised me. It was a deep blue, the blue of a sorcerer's hat, of night skies in old Technicolor movies, of deep mountain lakes in Swiss countrysides pictured on old puzzle boxes.

We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

Love is a bird... she needs to fly.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

I'd love to fly. I think that'd be cool.

Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. Do it now.

All my life, I have been in love with the sky. Even when everything was falling apart around me, the sky was always there for me.

Did you know, I'm still in love with this blue sky until forever and ever, eternally.

Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.