Sky Quotes

Divine reality is not way up in the sky somewhere; it is readily available in the encounters of everyday life, which make hash of my illusions that I can control the ways God comes to me.

I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise--a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames--but still a paradise.

Nothing ever built arose to touch the skies unless some man dreamed that it should, some man believed that it could, and some man willed that it must.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, / I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.

Say "Yes" to the seedlings and a giant forest cleaves the sky. Say "Yes" to the universe and the planets become your neighbors. Say "Yes" to dreams of love and freedom. It is the password to utopia.

Beautiful rocks - beautiful grass Beautiful soil where they both combine Beautiful river - covering sky Never thought of possession, but all this was mine.

I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

It's crap that you're letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

If you can't get what you want, you end up doing something else, just to get some relief. Just to keep from going crazy. Because when you're sad enough, you look for ways to fill you up.

I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky

Passion isn't something that lives way up in the sky, in abstract dreams and hopes. It lives at ground level, in the specific details of what you're actually doing every day.

Clouds do not really look like camels or sailing ships or castles in the sky. They are simply a natural process at work. So too, perhaps, are our lives.

It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.

My witness is the empty sky.

The sky is full of tokens which speak to the intelligent.

Aim for a star, and keep your sights high! With a heart full of faith within, your feet on the ground and your eyes in the sky.

There was always something new to be seen in the unchanging night sky.

In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us unawares.

Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.

Fly me high through the starry skies or maybe to an astral plane, cross the highways of fantasy, help me to forget today's pain.

I see you over there, just clinging to the wall. Because they told you like ivy you were bound to crawl. But you kept looking up, girl, and I know why. You knew someday you were gonna touch the sky.

Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today...

Visualize the soft white light continuing to expand as it gently swirls around, until it has filled the earth, the sky, the universe, and all of infinity.

The very remoteness kindles the imagination of the adventurous hunter. From the top of any mountain the challenge extends far and wide, until the mountains meet the sky.

Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.

Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.

There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.

For our daughters and our granddaughters now, the sky is the limit.

We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down, and worry about our place in the dirt.

I think big-that's what my mother taught me. If you think small and accomplish it, what does it mean? Who cares? To me the sky's the limit, and I'm going to try and get there.

Concentrate on how good if feels to be alive. No matter what. Just to see the color of the sky, just to smell the air, and feel the wind in your face

I don't believe in making pencil sketches and then painting landscape in your studio. You must be right under the sky.

Hope is not just... out in the sky, or not accepting the facts or reality. Hope is having optimistic, positive expectations.

And in the morning when the sun rise. Look in the water, see the blue sky. As if heaven has been laid there at our feet.

I will continue wearing the white hat and black mask until I ride up into the big ranch in the sky.

Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.

Then HBO was the pie in the sky. HBO is the absolute ultimate.

She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there; a scale which balanced poetry and prayer.

I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind.

If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.

I am tired again tonight - a good kind of tired. Some aches are well earned. I wish I could see the sky tonight

Fashion is everywhere. Everywhere! Flowers are fashion to me, the sky is fashion, my garden is fashion. My darling, the Sistine Chapel is fashion.

Don't ever let anyone turn your sky into a ceiling.

To me there is something completely and satisfyingly restful in that stretch of sea and sand, sea and sand and sky - complete peace, complete fulfillment.

The sky breaks. It sags and breathes upon my face. in the presence of mine enemies, mine enemies The world is full of enemies. There is no safe place.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.