Quotes About Sky

There's a saying in High Egypt: The sky won't listen, so complain all you like.

Let the sky weep for me, Doro. Now I can only weep blood.

If she sat on the mountain, the witch's spell-for what else was it?-would invade her again, and she would see his eyes in the sky and in the green stones, and hear his voice, speaking, laughing, but not to her or with her.

Wadsworth Moor Where the millstone of sky Grinds light and shadow so purple-fine And has ground it so long Grinding the skin off the earth Earth bleeds her raw true darkness A land naked now as a wound That the sun swabs and dabs Where the miles of agony are numbness And harebell and heather a euphoria

There's a heat-wave in swallows — Dry static of the baked air crackling Off their wing-tips, and no let-up, round and Round and round the sun-struck dizzy buildings. There's thunder too in swallows. Glitter-dark, flickering over the white hay Where the flies hide from the lightning When the air tightens, and the whole sky sags low like a big, warm drop. What is loveliest about swallows Is the moment they come, The moment they dip in, and are suddenly there.

This play is dedicated to the memory of Clarence Darrow , The Great Defender, whose mental frontiers were the four corners of the sky.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

Every time I looked at the sky and at my watch, that monster was still up there.

they shared a special secret moment together as they watched the heart fall from the sky in a stream of glittering red stars.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

A cidade, efectivamente, sorri apenas àqueles que se aproximam dela e que deambulam pelas suas ruas; a esses, ela fala numa linguagem tranquilizadora e familiar, mas a alma de Paris só se revela de longe e do alto, e é no silêncio do céu que se escuta o imenso grito patético de orgulho e de fé que ela eleva na direcção das nuvens.

Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you...

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

Before going back to sleep I imagined (I saw) a plastic universe, changeable, full of wondrous chance, an elastic sky, a sun that suddenly is missing or remains fixed or changes its shape.

Mira al cielo con la fascinación de quien cree que el tiempo es eterno, como yo lo creí también. Y como lo seguiría creyendo si la edad no empezara ya a asustarme, algo que nunca creí que me ocurriría.

with the sun sliding out of the sky like spit off a wall . . .

The day is the color of pigeons.

The sky was so thick with stars it was as if he could reach out and brush them with his hand.

All of his life he had feared the darkness and what it could bring; no one, not even his father, had told him how beautiful the night sky was, how it made you feel both small and large at the same time, while also a part of something vast and eternal.

Sunset was an hour off but the clouds were hanging low, sponging up the last of the light.

I was in a room of the bluest light—pure blue, cerulean blue, the blue the sky would be if it were married to the sea.

When they come, they come from above.

He was facing an open door. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. He stepped into the stars. It hit him in the lungs first, shoving the breath from his chest. A feeling of pure physical panic, as if he'd stepped onto nothing, onto the night sky itself.

There was a term he knew and thought of now; he had heard it used only in the context of aviation, to explain how, on an otherwise clear day, a plane could fall so quickly from the sky. OBE. Overcome by events. That was what was happening now. The world—the human race—had been overcome by events.