Quotes About Sky

Here, then, is the last moment of true perception, a man fishing in a red jacket and a cloudy sky reflected on opaque water.

A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love.

One night I saw the moon, shining so big and round, and I tried to grab it out of the sky.

In the hour before a thunderstorm, the color of the forest deepens: the pine needles take on a dense vibrant greenness they possess at no other time, the slender trunks go black, and the leaden sky above sinks lower by the minute.

sketches of Saussure's cyanometer, which distinguished the various blues in the sky.

Exterior shots showing blue skies add a levity and brightness to each show.

I love the food, the girls, the sky and everything that is Delhi. I have very fond memories of the Moolchand flyover.

If I could have a special power in real life I'd love to fly.

I would actually love to fly. I think that that would be probably the most exhilarating feeling, and as close as you can get to true freedom.

Worldly love can be like an ocean, yet an ocean has a bottom. Divine love is like the sky - limitless, infinite. From the bottom of the ocean soar into the vast sky

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she'll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

Prisca faceva il morto nell'acqua limpida come cristallo e strizzava gli occhi per guardare il cielo, diviso esattamente a metà dalla striscia bianca di un aeroplano.

Glance at the night sky and what you see is history and lots of it—not the stars as they are now but as they were when their light left them.

A full moon rose in the pale evening sky and glowed with a rich white inner light that brought to mind, but perfectly, the creamy inside of an Oreo cookie. (Eventually on the trail everything reminds you of food.)

Traffic is thick, so my urge to gun the car, to feel the freedom of this temporary independence, is stymied by the congestion at every intersection. I look up through the windshield at the bruised sky, hoping it won't rain.

There is change and succession in all things.' 'You are wrong, there is …' 'Why, do you not say yourself that the sky and the birds prove God?' – 'No.' – 'Does your religion not say so?' – 'No. For though it is true in a sense for some souls whom God has enlightened in this way, yet it is untrue for the majority.

A clear sky will swallow your problems. It will empty your brain if you let it. Gray skies are like a bad mood, dismal and heavy on your soul. The night sky is endless, full of possibilities, full of dreams you had once and forgot about. Look up. Those dreams are still there. You can always go back to them.

It felt like my heart leaped up to the sky, to some intergalactic star.

When I was a child, to call someone 'black' was an insult, a curse word, something that made you fight. But to me it contains all of the history of oppression and resistance, of being close to the soil and the sky, of plain speaking. Of The Journey.

The sky, drunk with spring and giddy with its fumes, thickened with clouds. Low clouds, drooping at the edges like felt sailed over the woods and rain leapt from them, warm, smelling of soil and sweat, and washing the last of the black armor-plating of ice from the earth.

Where the pond's an open secret, where apple-trees whisper of waves, where the garden hanging on piles, holds the sky before its face.