Best 2219 quotes in «sky quotes» category

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault. I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day, but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault.

Some people come drifting into our skies carrying hope just as the clouds drift into the deserts!

Some souls cannot be confined to a particular place. They are vast as the sky and deep as the ocean!

Something about looking up always makes me feel like I'm falling.

Sometimes all you need to do is just hold on to yourself! Look at the stars in the sky, listen to the sweet murmurings of the breeze, inhale the fragrance of the night, and you will feel fine!

Sometimes all I feel like doing is to sit next to you and stare at the sky together.

Sometimes it seemed that one of the stars came loose from the firmament and sailed off with dizzying speed to a far corner of the night. In the dark hours before sunrise, constellations came apart and reformed and fell in burning streaks.

Sometimes the sky gets tired of being in the sky and it descends to the earth! And if you have a camera at that moment, the king of photos comes on the stage!

Sometimes we believe in miracles, and stars fall from the sky, as if the moon had poured his tears in gold.

Soothing the exhaustion In my soul, So I can fall back skyward, Safe in your arms, And survive to dream again.

Speaking with her always felt like sitting on a seashore. Hearing the waves and feeling them crashing into my feet, While gazing the setting sun and the way he colours the whole sky. I never got tired of it.

Stars are jewels that God created to adorn the sky.

Stars are the sky's beauty marks.

Stars are the sky's pearls.

Stars do not pull each other down to be more visible; they shine brighter.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, For thou must die.

Take a deep breath right now… Look at the sky; it's a beautiful night, isn't it?

Take me to unexplored paradise & one of your best islands, I want to cross the pacific ocean and make a great memory. Let's go to the eastern coast of the Philippines where the waves meet the sky. You know where it is!

Tears won’t help me right now. They’ll just make me weaker.

Tell me where the swans go in the winter I need to know if the mute ones can sing. Tell me why stars fall from the sky I need to know if it is luck they bring. Tell me why feathers land near you I need to know if you've injured your wing. Now, tell me where you end, my angel For I no longer know where I begin.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suited sun like a scotch in hand.

...That Great Cocktail Cabinet in the Sky...

The air outside was sharp and the wind fickle, clouds moving across the sky in patters that resembled spilled milk on a kitchen table. That was, if the milk had been left out on the table for three weeks and turned grey.

The beautiful sky will catch the dew The beautiful sky is always watching you The beautiful sky no you cannot break through The beautiful sky so divine and true The beautiful sky birds only few The beautiful sky reminds me of you The beautiful sky gives me no clue The beautiful sky is wholesome like you

The beautiful affair of sun, sky and the sea brings a perfect moment of love, peace and joy

The belief in their actions can mend constellations. The ambition in their thirst for knowledge can both create and destroy.

The dark sky, Thunder, and Your presence.

The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky.

The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear sky and the sun on its way down.

The elegant figures of the constellations spun above them, driven by the wheel of the heavens.

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

The lid, however, wouldn't shut. The mind held back the whole sky.

The light irradiates white peaks of Annapurna marching down the sky, in the great rampart that spreads east and west for eighteen hundred miles, the Himalaya- the alaya (abode, or home) of hima (snow).Hibiscus, frangipani, bougainvillea: seen under snow peaks, these tropical blossoms become the flowers of heroic landscapes. Macaques scamper in green meadow, and a turquoise roller spins in a golden light. Drongos, rollers, barbets, and white Eqyptian vulture are the common birds, and all have close relatives in East Africa.

The moon cannot hold the sun, You can. Your head only, can hold the moon, the sun and an entire galaxy. You are the sky.

the moon is just another kind of clock

The Moon is slipping from our grasp at a rate of about 1.5 inches a year. In another two billion years it will have receded so far that it won’t keep us steady and we will have to come up with some other solution, but in the meantime you should think of it as much more than just a pleasant feature in the night sky.

The morning sky is a thought of the stars.

The night sky made her feel infinite before she knew the word.

The number of ways to live in one lifetime is limitless. So why limit yourself?

The other day she asked me "Will you forget me?" I smiled and looked at the sky and asked her: "Can the sky ever forget his moon?

The pools had been written onto the fields by the rain. The pools were a magic worked by the rain, just as the tumbling of the black birds against the grey was a spell that the sky was working and the motion of grey-brown grasses was a spell that the wind made. Everything had meaning.

The question is, what colour will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

Some call me nature, others call me Mother Nature. ... How you choose to live each day, whether you regard me or disregard me, doesn't really matter to me. One way or other, your actions will determine your fate, not mine. I am nature. I will go on. I am prepared to evolve. Are you?

Some thoughts hand up like stars, they just keep the skies awake.

Sometimes happiness is like the sound of a plane overhead. You look up to see it but the plane's not there. No matter where you look you can't find it on the sky, although the sound is still there and growing louder. You get a little frantic searching. At the same time you're thinking, this is stupid. But you keep looking and if you do finally see it, you feel absolved. Most of my life I'd been looking for happiness in the wrong parts of the sky.

Sometimes it doesn't make sense- the short periods of time we get with the best moments and with people, or their outcomes from their choices. However, if we turn it over to the golden light that flies around us. The breathing wind of the evening promises that we will see the big picture in the hereafter with a new dawn tomorrow. Nothing is too small to be a mistake.

Sopra i tetti delle case si vedevano striscioni di nubi, sfregati e pestati dal vento, che, lassù, doveva soffiare libero come aveva soffiato al principio del mondo.

So, Zed, isn’t this a killer outfit?” “Certainly a killer, baby.” “Good, because I’ve bought another five just like it.” “You horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I’m gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December.

Starlight beats when heart twinkles Youthful sky beyond cloudy wrinkles Muse of glory to flame the night Verse inscribed as written light

Study the sky but never love it,” Father had told Astraia and me a thousand times. “It is our prison and the symbol of our captor.