Quotes About Sky

Le ciel bleu-vert pendait presque jusqu'au pavé et de grandes taches blanches marquaient sur le sol la place où des nuages venaient de se fracasser. (p. 220)

Miraba las estrellas que se perseguían por el cielo, despidiendo grandes resplandores al alcanzarse. Tres de ellas, arriba, a la derecha, mimaban una danza oriental. De ven cuando volutas de noche las ocultaban.

The Castle of Dracula now stood out against the red sky, and every stone of its broken battlements was articulated against the light of the setting sun.

The brown fields were partly flooded; they were strung with chains of chill, grey pools. The pattern of the pools had meaning. The pools had been written on to the fields by the rain. The pools were a magic worked by the rain, just as the tumbling of the black birds against the grey was a spell that the sky was working and the motion of grey-brown grasses was a spell that the wind made. Everything had meaning.

Even know, as I write the words, I begin to feel anxious again. A crowd of images stirs in my mind — strange, nightmarish, but at the same time oddly familiar. The word 'Birmingham', for example, brings with it a blare of noise, a flash of movement and colour and the fleeting image of towers and spires against a heavy grey sky. I try to catch hold of these impressions, to examine them further, but instantly they fade.)

Even now, as I write the words, I begin to feel anxious again. A crowd of images stirs in my mind — strange, nightmarish, but at the same time oddly familiar. The word 'Birmingham', for example, brings with it a blare of noise, a flash of movement and colour and the fleeting image of towers and spires against a heavy grey sky. I try to catch hold of these impressions, to examine them further, but instantly they fade.)

You're back early. And high marks on the sneaking." "Thanks. There wasn't much traffic, up in the sky like I was." He made a flying gesture with his hands. "Smart-ass.

and fit, and he carried himself with a confident poise that inspired trust and respect. He gestured at one of the two seats in front of his glass-and-chrome desk and waited until I sat to settle into his Aeron chair. Against the backdrop of sky and skyscrapers, Mark looked accomplished and powerful.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. --from Insomniac, written April 1961

Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --

The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.

I wondered at what point in space the silly, sham blue of the sky turned black.

I looked up from that churning amphitheater to the view beyond it. The great, gray eye of the sky looked back at me, its mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point of the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.

I fixed my eyes on the largest cloud, as if, when it passed out of sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it.

Un soare imperturbabil È™i alb str?lucea în vârful cerului. Îmi venea s? m? È™lefuiesc de la el pân? când deveneam sfînt? È™i esenÈ›ial? c? lama unui cuÈ›it.

Five balls! Five bright brass balls! To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls.

Scaling little ladders with glue pots and pails of lysol. I crawl like an ant in mourning over the weedy acres of your brow to mend the immense skull-plates and clear the bald, white tumuli of your eyes. A blue sky out of Oresteia....

175 The Courage of Shutting-Up The courage of the shut mouth, in spite of artillery! The line pink and quiet, a worm, basking. There are black disks behind it, the disks of outrage, And the outrage of a sky, the lined brain of it. The disks revolve, they ask to be heard — Loaded, as they are, with accounts of bastardies.

134 Parliament Hill Fields On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china The round sky goes on minding its business. Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

That afternoon after his paper route, Matt and Laurel Kalina walk south along Main Beach. It's a perfect day, a spangled ocean and a tan beach under blue sky.

the evening lay out against the sky Like a patient, etherised on a table

Let us go then you and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table.

Now I end my death song. I give my farewell to mountain and sky. It has been good to be alive.

Standing by the frozen glass, he stared down at the icy, barely lit streets running towards the river Seine, the bell-clanging local church, then to the sky like black lead. (Israbel)