Best 2219 quotes in «sky quotes» category

The separating of a section of America for Afro- Americans is similar to expecting a heaven in the sky somewhere after you die.

The shadow had followed behind them, clinging to their steps; and the two children little suspected its presence when they at last sat down, trustingly, under the mighty protection of Apollo, who, with a great bronze gesture, lifted his huge lyre to the heart of a crimson sky.

The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

The signs are increasing. The lights in the sky will appear red, blue, green, rapidly. Someone is coming from very far and wants to meet the people of earth. Meetings have already taken place, but those who have really seen have been silent.

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

The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

The sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer, the wind in the trees is my prayer, for God is all in all.

The sky is no longer out there, but it is right on the edge of the space you are in. The sense of colour is generated inside you. If you then go outside you will see a different coloured sky. You colour the sky.

The sky is not the limit. Your mind is

The sky is one whole, the water another

The sky is the source of light in Nature and it governs everything.

The skies and land are so enormous, and the detail so precise and exquisite that wherever you are you are isolated in a glowing world between the macro and the micro.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on. and without either or them being conscious of it, they began to regain the intimacy, the bond of familiarity, they had once shared.

The sky is dark. But to understand something is to give light. Those who deny liberty to the slaves may have white skins, but their consciences are blacker than the skin of the Negro.

The sky's the limit if you have a roof over your head.

The sky was electric blue above the trees but the yard felt dark. Stephanie went to the edge of the lawn and sat her forehead on her knees. The grass and soil were still warm from the day. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. The feeling was too deep.

The sky was the colour of sad weddings.

The sky and the earth and the waters and the things that are in them, the fishes, and the birds and the trees are not evil. All these are good; it is evil men who make this evil world.

The sky darkened, the air grew colder, but he didn't mind. It didn't occur to him to move. This was the right place. This was where he had wanted to be.

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

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

The sky is so close to the sea that it is difficult to tell which is reflected in the other, which one needs the other, which one is dominating the other.

The sky is the limit when you work hard.

The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen tropic suns were simultaneously setting round the horizon . . . Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles.

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

The sky, the sky beyond the door is bluuuuuuue!

The sky was different, without color, taut and unforgiving. But the water was the most unforgiving thing, nearly black at times, cold enough, I knew, to kill me, violent enough to break me apart. The waves were immense, battering rocky beaches without sand. The farther I went, the more desolate it became, more than any place I'd been, but for this very reason the landscape drew me, claimed me as nothing had in a long time.

The sky was the color of Edgar Allan Poe's pajamas.

The sky above us is something we have very little control of, and the space beyond is something we don't completely understand.

The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars.

The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.

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.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.

The sky is one whole, the water another; and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness.

The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary.

The sky is the limit. You never have the same experience twice.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

The sky never changes: it is the cloud that is changing.

The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.

The sky was as blue as a stupid postcard, and the islands were as green as islands.

The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

The sky was full of stars, and every star an exploding ship.

The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .

The sky is no bigger than the mouth of the well.

The sky is not the limit, only Heaven's the limit, and there's no limit in Heaven!

The sky was black with vultures, named Depression. They would land on the shoulders of a prisoner and vomit on him... Even worse than the vomit from the vultures was a repulsive slime that these demons were urinating and defecating upon the Christians which they rode... However, this slime made the Christians feel so much better... they easily believed that the demons were messengers of God, and they actually thought this slime was the anointing of the Holy Spirit.

The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.