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Nature is the guardian of Africa. While the sun lights the African sky in day time, the moon begs the world to help her lighting Africa in the night

Ne hissettiğini çok iyi biliyordum, çünkü aynı acıyı paylaşıyorduk. Onun hissettiklerini ben de hissediyordum. Aynı şekilde, benim hissettiklerimi de o hissediyordu. İki insan bir olduğunda olan şey buydu: artık sadece sevgiyi paylaşmakla kalmazlardı. Acıyı, üzüntüyü ve kederi de paylaşırlardı.

No, I mean earlier. Where’d you go? You weren't here with me because no, nothing happened. I could see on your face that something was wrong, so I didn't do it. But now you need to think long and hard about where you were inside that head of yours, because you were panicked. You were hysterical and I need to know what it was that took you there so I can make sure you never go back.

No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness

None of them knew the color of the sky.

No, Sky. You didn't tell her everything…you told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that I loved all those years ago, and they happened to the best friend I love who’s looking back at me right now.

No.” The word burned in his mouth and sizzled on his tongue. “A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand.” His last words were with finality, his eyes no longer sparked. “I think, I too have known autumn too long.

Nothing else matters. Slowly all my surroundings are blurring. I look up; the sky is shrinking, and the world is shrinking. All that is left is us cruising through together.

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold And like the sky my soul is also turnin' Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind

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

O günkü davranışım yüzünden Breckin özrü hak ediyordu." "Peki ben hak etmiyor muydum?" "Hayır," dedi kesin bir tavırla. "Sen kelimeleri hak etmiyorsun, Sky. Sen harekete geçmeyi hak ediyorsun.

Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds,– But oh, the summer rains that blow In silver on the jewel-weeds!

No puedes enfadarte con un final real. Algunos de ellos son feos, son los falsos felices para siempre los que deberían enojarte.

Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds,– In silver on the jewel-weeds!

Oh my gosh, don’t you both look pretty!” We looked like rejects from the auditions for The Sound of Music. “I will have to buy them – they are meant to be yours!” Karla waved her credit card around like a wand. “What a shame they didn’t have one in green for me. But then, it is a young girl’s style. I would’ve looked foolish.

Oh sky...I won't ask so much as to become the sun or the moon, just one of the stars in between...

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it’s beautiful.

On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values. For unmeasurable periods, I seem divorced from my body, as though I were an awareness spreading out through space, over the earth and into the heavens, unhampered by time or substance, free from the gravitation that binds to heavy human problems of the world. My body requires no attention. It's not hungry. It's neither warm or cold. It's resigned to being left undisturbed. Why have I troubled to bring it here? I might better have left it back at Long Island or St. Louis, while the weightless element that has lived within it flashes through the skies and views the planet. This essential consciousness needs no body for its travels. It needs no plane, no engine, no instruments, only the release from flesh which circumstances I've gone through make possible. Then what am I – the body substance which I can see with my eyes and feel with my hands? Or am I this realization, this greater understanding which dwells within it, yet expands through the universe outside; a part of all existence, powerless but without need for power; immersed in solitude, yet in contact with all creation? There are moments when the two appear inseparable, and others when they could be cut apart by the merest flash of light. While my hand is on the stick, my feet on the rudder, and my eyes on the compass, this consciousness, like a winged messenger, goes out to visit the waves below, testing the warmth of water, the speed of wind, the thickness of intervening clouds. It goes north to the glacial coasts of Greenland, over the horizon to the edge of dawn, ahead to Ireland, England, and the continent of Europe, away through space to the moon and stars, always returning, unwillingly, to the mortal duty of seeing that the limbs and muscles have attended their routine while it was gone.

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

O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part!

Oh, there are unrepeated words, Who ever said wasted more than he should. Inexhaustible only is the blue Of sky and generosity of God.

Once I really looked at the sky, I wanted to go on looking; it seemed to draw me towards it and make me listen hard, though there was nothing to listen to, not so much as a twig was stirring.

On day one of the drive, I saw my first dome sky. The world was so flat that I could see the level horizon all around me and the sky looked like a dome. Skies like that will give you perspective when nothing else will. The second day, a tumbleweed blew across the interstate. I’m in a western movie, I said to myself, laughing. I found it so much easier to laugh now that this weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

One of these days, I'm going to astral project myself up into the skies," he boasted. "I'll be going to the stars and the moon. I want to fly and see what's up there. "I want to go up to the sky," he said, looking at his aunt, "from star to star.

One square yard of drag will slow a falling body almost twenty percent.

Our hair points to the sky, the place we'd rather be....

Our mind is a limitless sky and we can only be an albatross flying in the vast expanse to occasionally discover the joys of sublimity!

Our wings were clipped, our restrictions were made, our boundaries were tested but now we are free, aren’t we? We look above in the sky at the birds and hope to be free. But the birds make their nests in the trees high above, to protect themselves from predators. Free birds must keep looking over their shoulders the same way all of us have to

Out of a million stars in the sky, there is only one that glows to my eyes.

O, weary angels, don’t look at me with those eyes. If that is your state then what of our cries? What can I tell you of goodness that you don’t already know? What can I tell you of faith, of hope and love that you yourselves bestow? O, angels, don’t pluck another feather, this isn’t the sky, it’s just the weather. Please, angels, try. We are one all together. Look up and listen, I’ll say it once and then put down my pen: We are sorry for our ignorance and even though we are worldly, it might happen again. We are sorry for your weariness and even though you aren’t worldly, we are no more than human.

Only weak thinkers do not love the sky.

Paint the sky of life with colors that only you can create!

Rainbows are said to be beautiful! Rainbows are said to be colourful! Rainbows may possibly be magical! But, I have never seen a rainbow appearing in the sky!

Rain, Aren’t you my soul’s joyful tears only longing for the sky to be happy?

Reach for the sky but keep your feet on the ground

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.

~Seasons of Life~ When the sunburn I blind, When the sky showers I cover, When the wind blows I blanket, When the death calls I undergo, When would I experience the nature?

Seni üzdüğünde gökyüzünü düşüneceğine söz verir misin?" Benden neden bu sözü vermemi istediğini bilmiyordum, yine de kafamı salladım. "Ama neden?" "Çünkü." Başını yıldızlara çevirdi. "Gökyüzü her zaman güzeldir. Karanlık, yağmurlu ya da bulutlu olsun, bakmak her zaman keyif verir. Bu en sevdiğim şey, çünkü kaybolursam, kendimi yalnız hissedersem ya da korkarsam, tek yapmam gereken kafamı kaldırıp bakmak, ne olursa olsun orada olacak... ve her zaman güzel olacağını bileceğim.

Paint my sky red, For I am fed up with the blues.

O sun, heart of the heavens whose blood of light Infuses the vigor which transmutes to azure The black ice strangler of great space obscure I hate you, mask of gold, mist and fire, circular Blind monster blinding all the prey around You who veil the impure dazzling phantasm To the loving vertigo of my avid gazes The visions of the colorless abyss of the void Reversed hollow truth-mask of the other world.

Our ancient Indian Rishis realized that SPACE is a distinct entity with its own properties and called it AAKASA...The West realized it only when Einstein published his Theory of Relativity....

She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her? I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

She danced wild across the evening sky, dispersing clouds with the frill of her gown.

Se quedo inmóvil, mirándome. Tuve la extraña sensación de que estaba extrayendo algo de mi, como si existirá un hilo entre nosotros y el lo estuviera enrollando.

She stretched her hands towards the sky. To grab all the stars, to hold the moon, to take away everything that the sky had. So that the sky could finally understand, how it feels to lose everything that makes it beautiful.

She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive.

She stood lost in eternity... watching the immense sky...

She told me her love was like the sky. I thought she was referring to its vastness. Much later, I realised that the sky was hollow... just like her heart!

She was rain to a parched desert She was color to a gray sky She was the beautiful butterfly you longed to possess But I let her fly For fear of breaking her wings!

She was rain to a parched desert She was color to a gray sky She was the butterfly you longed to possess But I let her fly For fear of breaking her delicate wings!