Quotes About Skies

It was a magnificent day; the skies were electric blue, and a crystal breeze carried the cool scent of autumn and the sea.

blue skies of Barcelona. I took a taxi to the school, where I expected to be

You know…" he says to Nemesis' corpse. "Mr. T never did like the rain. The cold winds, the gray skies. Too depressing. But rainbows…" He squints his eyes at the rainbow. "Mr. T likes rainbows.

She Walks in Beauty Like the Night Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies

I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies, Til the dappled dawn doth rise.

What a selfish boy you are. You wished for the world and she could only give you the skies.

You'll live through my words and my pictures, and I'll live somewhere the skies are blue.

Oh, all of us dream That we are flying the skies With our eyes open

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.

It's hard to love There's so much to hate Hanging on to hope When there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above Say it's much too late So maybe we should all be praying for time

Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face - the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited; and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man.

A thin snow started to spit out of grumpy gray skies. Which meant, Eve knew, that at least fifty percent of the drivers currently on the road would lose a minimum of one-third of their intelligence quotient, any skill they'd previously held at operating a vehicle thereby turning what had been the standard annoying traffic into mayhem.

They stand uncertainly underneath immense skies, and everything about them is drowned.

It was sad to see his tall figure receding in the dark as we drove away, just like the other figures in New York and New Orleans: they stand uncertainly underneath immense skies, and everything about them is drowned. Where go? what do? what for?—sleep. But this foolish gang was bending onward.

He was very lonely, he wanted to get back to New York. It was sad to see his tall figure receding in the dark as we drove away, just like the other figures in New York and New Orleans: they stand uncertainly underneath immense skies, and everything about them is drowned. Where go? what do? what for?—sleep. But this foolish gang was bending onward.

People often tell me how much they love the digital skies that we obviously painted for 'War Horse.' Well, there's not a single sky that we put in through special effects. The skies you see in the movie are the skies that we experienced - but it was definitely challenging at times.

Everything that we inherit, the rain, the skies, the speech, and anybody who works in the English language in Ireland knows that there's the dead ghost of Gaelic in the language we use and listen to and that those things will reflect our Irish identity.

And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

When he was reading he could fly away into the wildest skies of imagination, untethered to the reality that his soul was trapped in a wretched creature cobbled together from meat and bone, like us all.

When he was reading he could fly away into the wildest skies of imagination, untethered to the reality that his soul was trapped in a wretched creature cobbled together from meat and bone, like us all. Charlie

All German science, all German discipline, all German wealth, were being directed to this end, so that when Der Tag came along, the German army should have an air cover to protect it, first to drive its enemy out of the skies and then to crush his defenses and enable the Wehrmacht to march where it would.

There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.

There, weeping, a tsarevna lies locked in a cell. And Master Grey Wolf serves her very well. There, in her mortar, sweeping beneath the skies, the demon Baba Yaga flies. There Tsar Koschei, he wastes away, poring over his pale gold.