Quotes About Sky

This was not how I wanted to die. Not even close. And then my ex-girlfriend fell out of the sky.

The sky blue blue, Mr. Wiggins.

The stars drew light across the night sky in that little mountain village, and the silence and the cold made the darkness vanish away. It was - I don't know how to explain it - as if everything solid melted away into the ether, eliminating all individualtiy and absorbing us, rigid, into the immense darkness. Not a single cloud to lend perspective to the space blocked any portion of the starry sky.

Les nuages déconcertaient le vent, se désagrégeant dans leur course, et le vent courait, aboyant comme un chien de berger pour les garder rassemblés en troupeau. Vers le soir, toutes les formes possibles s'apaisaient en lignes de rouge où le soleil descendait, appelant tout le ciel à se déchirer, à disparaître.

Dalla cima di una salita si vedono le cose lontane. Non che ci s avvicini al cielo, [...] perchè da qualunque altezza, pure dalla sommità dell'Everest, [...] il cielo resta remoto ed irraggiungibile. Dalla sommità di una salita si sta solo distanti dalla terra, raggiungendo il suo ultimo gradino. [La faccia delle nuvole]

One of the charms of Africa, is the long settled periods of pure unclouded sky, in which the sun rises and sets with no flaming splashes of vivid colours, but by gentle, imperceptible gradations of pure light, waning or waxing.

This sky, Sid.It's the sky of the great epics.The great Polish epics. Of Pan Tadeusz

My love is floating the sky high as can be, when I'm on earth in the apple tree

I take pleasure in the little things. Double cheeseburgers, those are good, the sky ten minutes before it rains,the moment your laugh turns into a cackle. And I sit here, and smoke my Camel straights, and I ride my own melt.

The Fail-Safe point is different for each group," General Bogan explained. "They also change from day to day. This is a fixed point in the sky where the planes will orbit until they get a positive order to go in. Without it they must return to the United States. This is called Positive Control.

Sale un' ora d' attesa in cielo, vacua, dal mare che s'ingrigia. Un albero ill nuvole sull' acqua cresce, poi crolla come di cinigia. Assente, come manem in questa plaga che ti presente e senza te consuma: sei lontana e pero tutto divaga dal suo soleo, dirupa, spare in bruma.

It was a night to dream about: windless, warm and scented, with a streak of gold and amethyst still lingering in the sky.

When you're sad, Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

And deeper is the hush'd delight, When, with her mild and mellowing light, The full-orb'd moon on high In gentle majesty comes forth, Shedding her beauty on the earth, Her glory through the sky.

It's only when you drive out of London that you get the sense that most of this country is made up of countryside: wide-open fields and a sky uninterrupted by buildings.

On a certain day in the blue-moon month of September Beneath a young plum tree, quietly I held her there, my quiet, pale beloved In my arms just like a graceful dream. And over us in the beautiful summer sky There was a cloud on which my gaze rested It was very white and so immensely high And when I looked up, it had disappeared.

he raised his eyes above the black shapes of the trees and saw a small moon, the colour of a lemon, dragged by clouds across the sky. Moons, he thought, were so that men like himself would know they lived here on earth.

It wasn't all misery. On one of our halts we lay spreadeagled on the ice and stared up at a sky blazing with the glory of the most wonderful aurora I'd ever witnessed. I groaned beneath the splendour of those silken curtains, yellow, green, and orange, billowing at the window of the heavens.

The very essence of meditation is to be so silent that there is no stirring of thoughts in you, that words don't come between you and reality, that the whole net of words falls down, that you are left alone. This aloneness, this purity, this unclouded sky of your being is meditation.

The sky is a concave mirror in which Man sees his own distorted image and seeks to propitiate it.

O my dumpling! the waiters had nothing but desserts for us that year! Loving you was rather like lying down: Nothing but sky!

The snow was coming down so hard. It looked like the flakes were hurrying to get out of the sky so the next ones would have room to fall.

The animal collapsed to her front knees, then to one side, the spear holding her half upright as - beautiful creature built from mountains and valleys and brooks and wildflower meadows and sky - she became wind.

My first thought when I came here was that I understood why there are so many great Irish writers - because there is something mystical in the air. There's always this cloudy, moody sky and it's challenging.