Quotes About Sky

It is only from the light which streams constantly from heaven that a tree can derive the energy to strike its roots deep into the soil. The tree is in fact rooted in the sky.

Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.

I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air

For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.

If everything I possessed, vanished, suddenly, I'd be sorry.But I value things unpossessed.The wind, and trees, and sky and kind thoughts, much more.

In God we trust, the game is all us. Til the sky calls or its flames on us.

I was studying the sky like I was an astronomer, except it was daytime and I didn't have a telescope, so I was just an idiot.

The summer night sky over the Hindu Kush, domed by the Milky Way's mage light, was infinitely splendid. Strewn against this craggy luminosity, millions of tiny stars shone, a diamond heist gone awry.

As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses, Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight. In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler, The sky low, the river broad, the calls of the wild geese harsh and cold. Now, grey at the temples, I listen to the rain beneath the eaves of an abandoned cloister. Has mine been a futile life? I have no answers, only the sound of raindrops upon worn stone steps, And long hours yet to pass before the light of dawn.

Nah," Tommy said. "There's nothing up there

I remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village.

Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and freeYe publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!

The place had a kind of mistery, as if, in some long distant past, it had been inhabited by men who knew how to rejoice in rivers, trees, and sky.

After she'd eaten her custard I took her head in my lap, and she talked to me of the balance of nature and the planets, the permanence of the sky and the stars, and of suffering, which after all is only another way of existing.

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love, that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

I love flying planes.

... it's possible to let love fly by like a cloud in a windy sky if one is too timid, or perhaps unable to believe he is entitled to good fortune.

I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!

The sky is now indelible ink, The branches reft asunder; But you and I we do not shrink; We love the lovely thunder.

If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?

I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that's all it is. It's not a matter of intellect or logic, it's loving with one's inside, with one's stomach.

Take my love, take my land. Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me.