Sky Quotes

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.

Twinkle, twinkle little bat How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky.

Nobody who has not been up in the sky on a glorious morning can possibly imagine the way a pilot feels in free heaven.

It was a rich and gorgeous sunset - an American sunset; and the ruddy glow of the sky was reflected from some extensive pools of water among the shadowy copses in the meadow below.

The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what's happening up there.

There must be a better way to make the things we want, a way that doesn't spoil the sky, or the rain or the land

There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

Sun is the reason And the world it will bloom 'Cause sun lights the sky And the sun lights the moon

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.

Earthbound souls know only the underside of the atmosphere in which they live . . . but go higher - above the dust and water vapor - and the sky turns dark until one can see the stars at noon.

Fashion is in the sky, in the street.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?

Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.

Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.

There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.

But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

Well, I won't give up on us, Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love, I'm still looking up

The essential thing is to etch movements in the sky, movements so still they leave no trace. The essential thing is simplicity. / That is why the long path to perfection is horizontal.

How then, is it natural that the mind of man, being so small as contained in such narrow spaces as a brain or a heart, should have room for all the vastness of sky and Universe?

You don't want no pie in the sky when you die, You want something here on the ground while you're still around.

When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.

Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.

Chicago is known as the Windy City, and Montana is called the Big Sky State, so I think that we should somehow combine the two to create the ultimate kite-flying experience.

Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.

When heroes fall from the sky, many more will learn to fly.

The true person is Not anyone in particular; But like the deep blue color Of the limitless sky, It is everyone, Everywhere in the world.

There is the sky, which is all men's together.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.

The purpose of meditation is to awaken in us the sky-like nature of mind, and to introduce us to that which we really are, our unchanging pure awareness, which underlies the whole of life and death

Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic hosts proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem!

The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old.

A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.

We all live in our own world. But if you look up at the starry sky - you'll see that all the different worlds up there combine to form constellations, solar systems, galaxies.

There are holes in the sky Where the rain gets in, But they're ever so small That's why rain is thin.

our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory

The purpose that you wish to find in life, like a cure you seek, is not going to fall from the sky. ...I believe purpose is something for which one is responsible; it's not just divinely assigned.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

If God had wanted us to play football in the sky, He'd have put grass up there.

Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.

Mechanical wings allow us to fly, but it is with our minds that we make the sky ours

Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.

I am very different as a parent to new kids. My work changed from being rooted in the sky to being rooted in the earth.

Arguments about God are like pointing a flashlight toward the sky to see if the sun is shining.

I don't know what's up there / Beyond the sky