Best 2219 quotes in «sky quotes» category

At sunset you see a mix of humanity's regrets and some wishes coming true, thus the exploding and contrasting colours. On Sunset

At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.

At the end of the day…we are anchoring into the peaceful lagoon, smiling at the majestic sun and its flirting rays, slowly slipping into the glittering ballroom of immense night skies, sipping on the platinum moon liquor under the blues of rippling waves kissing my golden foot hanging over the board of gently rocking boat, and diving into the bed of galaxies whispering magical stories of their eternal lives connecting souls…till the dawn…

A writer creates wings of words and lets them fly in the sky of readers' minds.

... back then the sky seemed so vast. And now the sky above me... is low, and narrow, and heavy.

Be calm...calm as a calm lagoon, then you will look beautiful as a beautiful calm lagoon crowned by the Moon and sheltered by the brilliance of the stars reclaiming your royalty of regal life...

Before falling to the ground, the rain has touched the sky. (Avant de tomber au sol, La pluie a touché le ciel)

Before you came, things were as they should be: the sky was the dead-end of sight, the road was just a road, wine merely wine. Now everything is like my heart, a color at the edge of blood: the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns, the gold when we meet, the season ablaze, the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames, and the black when you cover the earth with the coal of dead fires. And the sky, the road, the glass of wine? The sky is a shirt wet with tears, the road a vein about to break, and the glass of wine a mirror in which the sky, the road, the world keep changing. Don’t leave now that you’re here— Stay. So the world may become like itself again: so the sky may be the sky, the road a road, and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.

Behold the azure sea in front of you, the turquoise sky above you, the amber mountain beneath your feet, and the golden daisy in your hands. How are you not the richest person on earth?

Be like the sun who fell in love with the moon and shared all his light.

Be like the sun who fell in love with the moon and shared all his light. Be like the moon who became a lighthouse to guide others in the night. Be like the mountains who were once hills that wanted to kiss the sky. Be like the trees who are firmly grounded but dream up high. Be like the waves who play and tickle each other endlessly. Be like the children who enjoy and live in the present entirely. Be like the God who equally loves everything and everyone. And be like the love who brought compassion when she visited the sun.

Beneath the foggy sky the glowing sea is hazy, the soft light of a scarf over a lamp.

Be the sun in someone’s dark sky.

Be the celebrators, celebrate! Already there is too much—the flowers have bloomed, the birds are singing, the sun is there in the sky—celebrate it! You are breathing and you are alive and you have consciousness, celebrate it!

Blood is everywhere.. Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks; for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.

Beyond the sky, there is a ceaseless space, much the same as life.

Bonnie saw ropes hanging loose, poles falling away, tree-tops sinking beneath her. As they rose, the sun rose with them. Its warmth turned the dark skin of the fiery balloon midnight blue. They flew straight up. Above them, the sweet, clear music of the lonely pipe called to them. Then the smooth sky puckered into cloth-of-blue and drew aside. They passed straight through...

between you and i, i found just the sky, a sky with a million of stars, but i can see just the moon, not because it's the biggest one but it's the closest and the shiniest between all. so i keep talking to that moon at night, hoping one day will talk with me, before the sun come back or the storm hide all.

Birds were created to record everything. They were not designed just to be beautiful jewels in the sky, but to serve as the eyes of heaven.

Black and white, vacuum of cosmos vis-à-vis occupancy of skies.

Bố không thể tin rằng mình đang rời bỏ Kabul. Bố học ở đây, kiếm được công việc đầu tiên ở đây, trở thành một người bố ở thành phố này. Thật lạ lùng khi nghĩ đến chuyện chẳng bao lâu bố sẽ ngủ dưới một bầu trời thành phố khác.

Breathe as long as the sky is alive

Burada olduğu için ona kızgındım, ama en çok da burada olmasını istediğim için kendime kızıyordum. Ona bağırmayı ve gitmesini söylemeyi ne kadar istesem de, kendimi beni biraz daha sıkmasını isterken buluyordum. Kollarını etrafıma dolayıp beni hiç bırakmamasını istiyordum, çünkü ait olduğu yer burasıydı ve beni yine terk etmesinden korkuyordum.

Breath (from the book Blue Bridge) Whispering to myself With every step I take, Trying out names, for I know There is something yet to be called ….. I know it, something up ahead Just around the bend Or over the rise – A bird taking to the sky From the edge of a jagged cliff – A bird floating outwards In silence ……. A silence Waiting for a footstep To crunch on stones, For a voice to fling upward Through sharp sunlight With a name…… calling Before the bird could call Before the bird called. Oh the bird was there alright And sure it took flight When it heard me approach But it broke my heart With a mighty croak! So I’m sitting here playing With a purple flower Slender stem, no leaves Purple fizz – And it’s quiet again. I am still I am nothing And the hill Is a long, long slope Down, down, down to the sea Far below. I could roll I could run I could scream But I am nothing. A cool wind blows And the light is naked and nameless And the rocks are faces of angels And the bird in the sky wheels And cries to forget the earth And its ancient bones – Oh, sensual pain – Wings…. Wings…. Wings, Singing wings. If only I could begin To describe the emptiness Which fills me to the brim With new breath I might almost lose my name And take instead a feather for my soul.

Bu beni öldürüyor, çünkü senin için hissettiklerimi bilmeden bir gün daha geçirmeni istemiyorum. Ama sana âşık olduğumu söylemeye hazır değilim, çünkü âşık değilim. Henüz değil. Ama bu hissettiğim her neyse hoşlanmaktan çok daha fazla. Çok daha fazla. Son birkaç haftadır bunu anlamaya çalışıyordum. Neden tarif edebileceğim başka bir kelime olmadığını düşünüyordum. Sana tam olarak ne hissettiğimi söylemeyi istiyorum, ama lanet olası sözlükte hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasındaki noktayı tarif edebilecek bir kelime yok, ve o kelimeye ihtiyacım var. İhtiyacım var, çünkü söylediğimi duymanı istiyorum.” Yaşamak. Kelime sanki hep orada, sözlükte ait olduğu yerde, hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasına saklı kalmıştı. “Yaşamak,” dedim. "Bu kelimeyi kullanabilirsin." "Seni yaşıyorum, Sky" dedi dudaklarıma doğru. "Seni doya doya yaşıyorum.

But it was too late. I was down the steps and out the door, where the warm night air almost felt like forgiveness.

But I’ve kept first of March as my birthday as I like to tease Zed about dating an older woman. And my parents wouldn’t understand if I told them about the soulfinder bond and tried to change it.” “They don’t know?” “Well, I think they’ve picked up that there’s something special between Zed and me but I’m not sure how I’d even start to explain to non-savants. I was exactly overjoyed when Zed filled me in about it all the first time.” “What did you do?” “Thumped him with a shopping bag and told him he was a jerk.” “Ouch.

But the sky...cumulonimbus clouds are stacked and banked to the stratosphere, and the lowering sun has bronzed and brassed and blushed them. these are clouds to make you long for wings. These are clouds that leave you not knowing what to believe. - - - Population 485 - Meeting your Neighbors One Siren at a Time

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.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

But you should see the sky tonight. Screw your astrology apps. Screw your games. Look up sometime. There is a whole wing of positive psychology--my therapist told me--that says the greatest way to affect your outlook on life is to consider what you already have more that what you don't have. And so I might not have a cell phone on me, or a sister at home, or a Dad at all, or a future, but holy shit I have the sky.

But with what wonder has the season come? Its treasure lies in earthen ships, that carry dreams across the foam. And how your memory of Sarah rapes the fleshly heart that once bore scenes, now veiled in smoky stains of tears; it cries as on its crutches leans, and ever fills itself with fears. Be born anew to taste the sky Lay waste cocoon and upwind fly.

But you should see the sky tonight. Screw your astrology apps. Screw your games. Look up sometime. There is a whole wing of positive psychology--my therapist told me--that says the greatest way to affect your outlook on life is to consider what you already have more than what you don't have. And so I might not have a cell phone on me, or a sister at home, or a Dad at all, or a future, but holy shit I have the sky.

Ceea ce legi tu aici pe pământ - se leagă şi în ceruri.

Can the sky ever forget his moon?

Christ consciousness means a sky which has no boundaries.

Cerul, deşi îl vedem, nu-l putem atinge.Nu ştim unde începe; nu ştim unde se termină...Dacă lucrurile văzute sunt de neatins, atunci ce să mai vorbim de cele nevăzute?

Come, fly with me!" cried the goddess, as she sped ahead of them, her extremities flaming with a comet tail of sparks in the supernatural wind. Her bubbling voice again echoed, her laughter bounced in the crystalline void, and she flew onward, unto eternity.... "Stop!" cried Elasirr. "Come back with us to the true world, O Tilirreh!" At which the orange one laughed, throwing her head back, saying, "Oh, but don’t you know this is the one true world? It is but yours that is a pale specter, that is the dying place of dwindling truth?" "Then come back with us, lady," whispered Ranhé, "and restore the truth as it once was.

Clear skies do not promise rain.

Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky; like a man in a glass bottom boat. Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.

Copying Juvven’s gaze over the treetops at the edge of the shooting range, he saw the fields of Flanders before his inner eye. “Yes, the wide horizon…” The memory made the corners of his mouth curl slightly. “…and in the night, you lie there, snuggled into the hay, and there is this huge sky above you.” He stared into the past, ignoring Juvven swivel his head to watch him and continued, “Although you are in the middle of war, death, and destruction, you can positively feel the velvet of the dark vault above you. And in it, like falling coins or lights carried by other beings, twinkle the stars, beckoning you to lift your hand and touch them, to feel happy and safe with them.” He broke off and turned to Juvven, without seeing him, still lost in his memories. “They gave a sense of security and…hope, I think. As if the Earth and the sky cradled me, telling me I was protected by them.

Creation is the vocal chords of God speaking each day through the colors of the sunrise, the vastness of the night sky,the teeming of life in the ocean, the majesty of the mountains.

Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky

Dabei zwinkert sie mit dem nicht geschwollenen Auge Sky zu, der anerkennend einen Daumen hoch hält. Auch Slash gratuliert ihr zum Sieg und klopft ihr auf die Schulter. Sie muss die Zähne zusammenbeißen, um nicht vor Schmerzen aufzuschreien. Das ist nämlich genau die Stelle, die er vorhin mit der harten Faust getroffen hatte und die morgen aussehen wird wie zerquetschtes Pflaumenmus. »Gut gemacht, Loreen. Das war’s für heute. Du kannst mit Sky gehen. Er wird dir bei den theoretischen Sachen helfen.« Slash wendet sich bereits zu den Waffen, als Sky wieder von seinem Zuschauerplatz hüpft. »Hey Kumpel, du hast gesagt, ich darf ihr auch alles über Pfeil und Bogen beibringen.« »Klar kannst du das. Aber ich bezweifle, dass sie heute noch trainieren kann, geschweige denn einen Bogen oder von mir aus ein Besteck halten. Aber versuch dein Glück.« (Loreen)

- De toute ma vie, je ne me suis jamais sentie aussi bien. Et toi ? - Moi ? - Step l'embrasse très fort. Super super bien. - Au point de pouvoir toucher le ciel avec un doigt ? - Non, pas à ce point. - Comment ça pas à ce point ? - Beaucoup plus. Au moins trois mètres au-dessus du ciel.

despair sometimes hope leads us on teases us with its shiny baubles its stunning horizons it can carry us over the roiling turmoil the raging storm then as easily with its cornucopia of lies drop us into the waves to flounder against its loss

Don't compare the size of your roof with the size of the sky.

Did you ever think that maybe we’re like that?” she asks me. I smile into the dark. How many times have I thought of myself as the ocean? “You think we’re like water?” Gemma sits up. The salty wind coming off the water snaps her hair around her shoulders. With one hand in the middle of my chest, she tries to push me into the sand. I’m strong enough to hold her off, but I don’t want to. I willingly collapse back and she crawls over me. Holding a smile on her face, she slips her legs on either side of my hips and settles her weight on me. In a voice thin as smoke, she says, “Well, maybe that’s how we start. Maybe, in the beginning, we’re nothing but a theoretical vast and empty sea with this huge open sky above us.” Her hands press down on my stomach and her fingers pull at the bottom of my shirt. She leans forward until her breasts are rubbing against me and her mouth is almost touching the skin of my neck. “Then slowly,” she continues, “over time, the currents change and we build up these continents inside our bodies.” Now her fingers walk a path from my bellybutton to my sternum. “And eventually, we have canyons and deserts and trees and beaches and all sorts of places where we can go and live.” I suck in a breath as Gemma flattens her hand on the skin just above my heart and kisses me just below my ear. Then she turns her face, fitting the crown of her head beneath my jaw and says, “Most of the time we’re safe on the land, but sometimes we get sucked out to sea. What do you think happens then?” I think about everything we’ve shared today. I think about Gemma and me. And how it feels like the geography inside of my own body is changing, how it’s been changing from the moment I met her. Maybe even before that. And I think about the continents we’re building between us. The bridges of land moving from her fingers to mine and the valleys and mountains formed by her lips on my skin and her words in my head. I use both of my hands to cup her face and pull her to my mouth. I press my lips to hers, parting her mouth and drinking in her breath. “I think you’d have to start swimming.” A minute of silence ticks by. Over the low drone of the waves on the beach, she whispers, “And what if you can’t swim very well?” I think for a minute. “Then you fly.

. . . distant views seemed to outlast by a million years (Lily thought) the gazer and to be communing already with a sky which beholds an earth entirely at rest.

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