Sky Quotes

In the sky we had rediscovered the moving principle of any work of art: the light, and the motion of color.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.

To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

Nature is imperfectly perfect, filled with loose parts and possibilities, with mud and dust, nettles and sky, transcendent hands-on moments and skinned knees.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.

That the sky is brighter than the earth means little unless the earth itself is appreciated and enjoyed. Its beauty loved gives the right to aspire to the radiance of the sunrise and sunset.

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

The hatched chick cannot go back to the shell, the falcon who has found the sky does not willingly sit the nest.

Unemployment is sky-rocketing; deflation is in our future for the first time since the Great Depression. I don't care whose fault it is, it's the truth.

Smile / to see the lake / lay / the still sky / And / out for an easy / make / the dragonfly.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station.

I like doing things that scare me. I went bungee jumping, but sky diving is just the sickest thing.

Once you get your education it's going to open up so many doors for you. And the sky's the limit. So that's what I want to deliver to students.

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

When songs fall from the sky, all I can do is catch them before they hit the ground.

The sky is always there for me, while my life has been going through many, many changes. When I look up the sky, it gives me a nice feeling, like looking at an old friend.

There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.

Tom Arnold and I, we have a huge firefight scene on top of a German tank. I get to shoot 50 caliber rounds. We shoot a helicopter out of the sky. That's the only fight I'm in.

Reach for the sky Keep your eye on the prize Forever in my mind Be my golden sunshine It's raining in your mind So push them clouds aside Forever by my side You're my golden sunshine

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

There is another alphabet Whispering from every leaf, Singing from every river, Shimmering from every sky.

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.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

I had discovered that learning something, no matter how complex, wasn't hard when I had a reason to want to know it.

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart

I'm still fly, I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I ofen looked up at the sky an' assed meself the question - what is the stars, what is the stars?

As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.

The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect.

Like the sun that sets at the end of the day, so too will Ramadan come and go, leaving only it's mark on our heart's sky.

The abode of God, too, is wherever is earth and sea and air, and sky and virtue. Why further do we seek the Gods of heaven? Whatever thou dost behold and whatever thou dost touch, that is Jupiter.

I'd like to combine melancholy and sunshine... There's a sadness in Provence which no one has expressed... I'd like to put reason in the grass and tears in the sky, like Poussin.

I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

I'm always in love. If it's not with a man, it's something else. I love beauty. I love the sky I see outside the window. There's so much beauty in the world.

Tell people an invisible man in the sky created all things, they believe you. Tell them what you've painted is wet, they have to touch it to believe.

Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.

Let's not talk about Communism. Communism was just and idea, just pie in the sky.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

Know where to find the sunrise and sunset times and note how the sky looks at those times, at least once.