Quotes About Sky

There are a whole lot of things whose names I do not know and I'd like to tell you about them in the sky your hair solemnly draws away kinds of rain one no longer sees nuts Saint Elmo's fire sun lames whispered nights cathedrals too which are the carcasses of large gnawed horses spat by the sea from far away but still worshiped by people a whole lot of forgotten things a whole lot of dreamed things

There are not enough jam jars to can this summer sky at night. I want to spread those little meteors on a hunk of still-warm bread this winter. Any trace left on the knife will make a kitchen sink like that evening air the cool night before star showers: so sticky so warm so full of light

The low sky was oppressive, the color of ashes, as it would be for a long time

a bright sun, white wisps of cirrus cloud strung across the sky

No. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning," Lito said, looking up into the red-tinged clouds. "A storm is coming.

the gibbous moon glowed bloodred in the sky

To Sky, Clown had become something to be understood; something to be dissected and parameterised. Clown, he now recognised, was something like the bubble-drawing the dolphin had made in the water: a projection carved from light rather than sound.

I'd like to have been a pilot.

My first inclination was toward flying and being a pilot.

And having suffered for part of the war when I was a child. I was too young to really understand what was going on but one of my favorite pieces of animation now is that Goodbye Blue Sky in The Wall because that deals directly with that period in time.

By searching the sky now, me and other asteroid hunters hope to give us the early warning - ideally decades - that we need. But that strategy of focused searching hasn't stopped people from thinking about what we might do if an asteroid was on its way toward us.

Camba had bent her long neck down to Ingar's level and was muttering in his ear. "Do you feel the breeze on your face?" I heard her say. "That's yours, and worth feeling. Look at those orange clouds. All the trials of a day may be endured if you know there's such a sky at the end of it. Some days I told my heart to wait, just wait, because the sunset would teach me again that my pain was nothing compared with the eternal, circling sky.

The sun began to rise in earnest; Tess loved the way it illuminated treetops first, turning the foliage white-gold. The sky behind was warmly blue, and in the west a gibbous moon lingered in the branches like a pale fish caught in a net. Like a delicious secret. Tess blew it a cheeky kiss.

From some angles, up is toward the earth and down toward the sky, and everything—people, horses, cathedrals, dreams—is suspended over the ceaseless void, barely hanging on.

There, up in the sky, she noticed for the first time a gigantic mounded cloud, as large and elaborately moulded as a baroque opera house and lit from below and at the sides by pink and creamy hues. It sailed beyond her, improbable and romantic, following in the blue sky the course she was taking down below. It seemed to her that it must be a good omen.

Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars and still I stared into the sky.

Rhodora! if the sages ask thee whyThis charm is wasted on the earth and sky,Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

Lightning flashed off to the east. It struck somewhere out beyond the city, flickered for a moment, lit up the sky.

Against a blue sky the tangelo rose swiftly, first opposing gravity, then submitting, caught in the velocity like a ripe comet streaking towards the bonds of matrimony. In its arc flew the virtues of commitment and loyalty and passion, followed by the afterburners of summer — amorous and ablaze. Faster the tangelo descended, an orange blur; poetic, expensive, at once brunette and blonde, rotating so fast that its skin appeared tan, then pale, then something luminous, the color of love.

It was almost as if nature had sided with Tom Conrad and knew that to warm the air and uncover the blue of the sky would be to mock his tragedy. So she patiently held spring at bay for a while longer, quietly reflecting the dark, cold, seemingly endless dusk that his life had suddenly become. With

Cuando el cielo se oscureció y aunque no eran más que nubes, tuve la sensación de que todo terminaba y la sensación de haber sentido lo mismo un millón de veces.

With all the blue ethereal sky,

Dwellers by the sea are generally superstitious; sailors always are. There is something in the illimitable expanse of sky and water that dilates the imagination.