Quotes About Skyward

the trees Lloyd could see flames shooting skyward. "It's a big fire," he said.

Mount Sinai was wrapped in smoke. Yahweh had come down in fire, the smoke climbing skyward like smoke from a kiln. The mountain, enveloped, greatly trembled.

I'm pretty tall, you know.

Out here the prisoners see the shells smash into the city before they hear them. During the last war, Etienne knew artillerymen who could peer through field glasses and discern their shells' damage by the colors thrown skyward. Gray was stone. Brown was soil. Pink was flesh.

During the last war, Etienne knew artillerymen who could peer through field glasses and discern their shells' damage by the colors thrown skyward. Gray was stone. Brown was soil. Pink was flesh.

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

I can no more than lift my weary eyes; Therefore I lift my weary eyes—no more. But my eyes pull my heart, and that, before 'Tis well awake, knocks where the conscience lies; Conscience runs quick to the spirit's hidden door: Straightway, from every sky-ward window, cries Up to the Father's listening ears arise.

The only characteristic all airliners share is that upon proper urging they are normally capable of leaving the earth's surface.

A smile like a small wisp of smoke drifting quietly skyward on a windless day.

A thin stream of smoke drifted skyward, speaking of mysteries within.

His dying shriek rose skyward.

We never even slowed them. Quick, whatever happened to subtlety? He could see a sliver of sky, could see the wyval wheeling round up there, eager to descend and feed. Grandma, you always said don't reach too far. Close your dead eyes now, and remember, I loved you so. He left his body, winged skyward.

My friend Kurt Maix once described this diffidence as Fear's friendly sister, the right and necessary counterweight to that courage that urges men skyward, and protects them from self-destruction.

Manhattan has no choice but the skyward extrusion of the Grid itself; only the Skyscraper offers business the wide-open spaces of a man-made Wild West, a frontier in the sky.

Utopia is a collective shift of perception away. Abundance is all around us. Only our efforts at tower-building blind us to it, our gaze forever skyward, forever seeking to escape this Earth, this feeling, this moment.

But even now, when people see me in the street, they point upwards to the sky.

An aeroplane booms overhead. We follow its evolutions with our faces skyward, our necks twisted, our eyes watering at the piercing brightness of the sky. Lamuse declares to me, when we have brought our gaze back to earth, "Those machines 'll never become practical, never." "How can you say that? Look at the progress they've made already, and the speed of it." "Yes, but they'll stop there. They'll never do any better, never.

You cannot reach the stars feet on the ground.

Who made the first graphic depiction of the Empire State Building depends on who's telling the story, but either Raskob or Lamb pulled out a big pencil and held it skyward.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

Mushrooms use a catapult powered by the acceleration of a tiny droplet of fluid over the spore surface to launch spores from their gills; a relative of mushrooms called the artillery fungus employs a snap-buckling device that resembles a miniature toilet plunger to propel a spore-filled capsule into the air, and cup fungi and other ascomycetes use microscopic squirt guns to blast their spores skyward. Most

Trees are contrivances for lofting bacteria skyward to give them a clear view of a yellow dwarf.

The Sky's the Limit