Quotes About Sky

The alluring stars in an apparently endless sky had, after all, been a disguise for the cloud of spirits. Ghosts perhaps could lie in death as well as creatures could lie in life.

Flying is desire fulfilled.

With all those stars in the sky, why isn't there enough light for us to see by? We stumble like blinded sheep." "As you can see, it is clouding over. The stars can't pierce that gloom; they just wait it out. That isn't the stars' fault. It is their custom to stay heavenly." "They should come down closer to the earth." "Well, ask them politely.

alla sur la Pâture, au haut de la côte d'Argueil, à l'entrée de la forêt ; il se coucha par terre sous les sapins, et regarda le ciel à travers ses doigts. – Comme je m'ennuie ! se disait-il, comme je m'ennuie !

Several sailors, sheltered behind the curved bottoms of their boats, were watching this battle of the sky and the sea.

Il bacio colpisce come la folgore, l'amore passa come un temporale poi la vita torna a calmarsi come il cielo e ricomincia come prima. Si può ricordare una nuvola?

So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall through I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without even beholding day.

The vast marble dome of the State House stood out in massive silhouette, its crowning statue haloed fantastically by a break in one of the tinted stratus clouds that barred the flaming sky. When

The other gods! The other gods! The gods of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth! . . . Look away! . . . Go back! . . . Do not see! . . . Do not see! . . . The vengeance of the infinite abysses . . . That cursed, that damnable pit . . . Merciful gods of earth, I am falling into the sky!

Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there anymore, and therefore joy is not necessary; beauty alone reigns there, beyond all demands.

the totalitarian hell proves only that the power of man is greater than they ever dared to think, and that man can realize hellish fantasies without making the sky fall or the earth open.

Il mare appariva come una volta eterea, come un cielo solido e senza stelle sotto di noi, e nell'aria trasparente si perdeva nell'immensità; nessuna striscia, scura o luminosa, limitava l'orizzonte; c'era una chiarità, una vastità infinita, che non si può dipingere né descrivere, se non nella profondità eterna del pensiero.

The sun was now in its death throes, bruising the sky a coiling purple and orange.

Casper Wyo., population 18,000 when I was born, was large enough to hold the surprises of civilization, but small enough that the prairie was close by - for some in our town, right out the front door - stretching on forever, under the great curving sky.

Thanks to the fact that the Earth isn't a perfect sphere, and invoking a bunch of Newtonian physics, you can deduce that our planet wobbles, too, taking roughly 26,000 years to trace out a small circle on the sky, a phenomenon known as precession.

I hope to have more time to think, to look at the sky, dealing with less crisis management, to learn another language, to travel.

My witness is the empty sky.

I drop in from the sky disturbing the silence only momentarily, then leaving the ancient land once more to converse with the sky. It's my home and all I need.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought.

I'd stare up at the sky and just dream a lot. Still do. I dreamed that I didn't belong here, that I was going to travel a lot.

The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who... looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space... on the infinite highway of the air.

According to ancient mythology, trees link the Earth to the sky. In this respect trees link humans to another world.

Human beings grew up in forests; we have a natural affinity for them. How lovely a tree is, straining toward the sky.

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough