Sky Quotes

The flawed must be quiet

& may you shine on in the sky with diamonds & dreams...do it for the suit behind the platform, who only wished he were free.have strength in freedom.

If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan

The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living

We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but at a right time.

If the sky was the limit, none of our heroes would have reached the moon.

Like the kite that caught up to the sky, painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

Two things I ask of my God today. That my faith be hoisted high like a kite up in the sky and my fear be buried deeply like a carcass into the soil.

Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die.-Joe Hill, The Preacher and the Slave

Stars are made for public light shows, consider how the night sky sheers out cosmic cheers at their glow!

Now there were stars overhead, hanging like frozen spears of light, stabbing the night sky.

He threw his hands to his eyes and hissed. Like the hiss of incinerating ashes. 'What is this bright, orange orb in the sky that mocks me with its warmth?

I believe the night I’ve never methides one elusive star I needto divide me between darkness and light

It would appear that the blue sky is actually produced by the solar wind and solar radiation exciting air molecules to emit light, just like a neon lamp!

I routinely use my blue sky "Device" and it works very well for me.

But that's the thing, how you feel about the place that's home. About its sky, its air, its smell, the color of the light, the way the rain falls (or doesn't), whether it hot or cold.

Do not hide your light, let it shine.

He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.

...in that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light...

When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves

When someone you love dies, part of you dies with them. It's why your never the same after losing someone.

I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.

I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun.

The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.

Don't sit on the fence

A bird who wants to fly high will never frighten of sky

I know everyone has dreams of flying, but this isn’t a dream of flying. It’s a dream of floating, and the ocean is not water but wind. I call it a dream, but it feels realer than my life.

Don't make your character that people can walk on it, make your character as sky so that people would dream to get there

Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul, So I can fall back skyward, Safe in your arms, And survive to dream again.

Wander with intentinto a garden glorious.Walk with double briskupon edenic paths.Flee the cursing fearthat lights upon your eye.Seize the twisted dreamthat strangles earth and sky.

...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

Only with the wings of lovecan you fly.Only with the light of lovecan you see the starIn a moonlit sky.

Even in the cloudy sky, the sun never forgets to rise.

If everything I possessed, vanished, suddenly, I'd be sorry.But I value things unpossessed.The wind, and trees, and sky and kind thoughts, much more.

If someone asked you what color the sky is, what would you say?

Sometimes I feel that our bright blue sky is like a pregnant women’s belly.

Don't say, "the sky is my limit", say, "I progress ad infinitum.

The hush of the night sky is the silence of a graveyard.

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

Go beyond the sky!

Happiness lives in every corner of your home and if you are homeless, it lives under the leaves of trees, hiding beneath the sky's cloudiness. All you need to do is to find it with patience.

The sky sinks slowly inside the past.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Only the trees, only the trees. Like a key they see beyond the mystery, waiting patiently ever holding me while I hold the sky.

That falls into the category of advice that sounds helpful but actually makes no freaking sense.

She'd survived the outside. She'd survived the Aether and cannibals and wolves. She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too

Owning a drone does not a pilot make.

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door