Best 2219 quotes in «sky quotes» category

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)

Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky

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

- 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.

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.

Divine angel, who betrothed us Secretly on winter morn, From our sadness-free existence Does not take his darkened eyes. For this reason we love sky, And fresh wind, and air so thin, And the dark tree branches Behind fence of iron. For this reason we love the strict, Many-watered, and dark city, And we love the parting, And brief meetings' hour.

Does not-your boyfriend realize I'm Mormon?" I nod. "It turns out, Holder doesn't have an issue with Mormons at all. He just has an issue with assholes.

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

Don’t expect success to fall from the sky if it didn't evaporate from the sweat of your hands.

Don’t give up; try again. Be still and work it out till your good becomes the best! Dream high above the sky!

Don't make your character that people can walk on it, make your character as sky so that people would dream to get there

Don't go mooning after the stars, when the wide sea is all around you. It's a sky of its own, you know." Ophelia to Vivacia, Chapter 38

Don’t resent the sky for its storms; esteem it for its rainbows.

Don't search Dreams in the sky, they need strong footage on earth.

Don't settle for a star when you can have the whole sky.

Don't go mooning after the stars, when the wide sea is all around you. It's a sky of its own, you know.

Don’t, Mom.” I begin walking toward her, but I can see the mist forming in her eyes. “No, no, no.” By the time I reach her, it’s too late. She’s bawling. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell out of me. And it’s awkward.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

Don’t resent the sky for its storms; rejoice at the sky for its rainbows.

Don't sit on the fence; break it and move out! Don’t be confined to the little things you do; the sky should be below your limit!

Don't say, "the sky is my limit", say, "I progress ad infinitum.

Don't search dreams in the sky, they need strong footage on the earth.

Don’t think that this conversation is over.” Kat eyed the two of us. “I’ll make sure no hellion harms a hair on her head until we get the full story.” Nikki smiled. “I am never stealing fruit for the two of you ever again.” I begrudgingly replied. “Oh I really doubt that it was stolen.” Nikki beamed. “You’re just as bad as Barakiel.” “I guess he’s been bound to rub off on me some, but I am way prettier.” She spoke as I moved past her towards the door, yanking it open.

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass by Between shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

Do you see how the sky holds the sun? In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength? That's how a King holds his Queen.

Dream big, Dream to fly.. Let your zeal speak for you! Work passionately, And smile to each blissful morning. Make your life a reason.. To reach for the sky!

Dusk had fallen, While the sky was gray, Red flowers bloomed, And the yellow fade away, Night was to fall, But the sun had to stay, Moon of fourteen, For the lover had to pray, Life gave up hope, Yet the heart had to say, Lover wrote a letter, But the pigeon lost it's way.

Each night he would give up on sleeping in his pain and drowning in his silence; he would watch the few stars that were in the sky that night, but he would never be living them. Something has taken his warmth and replaced it with a starless sky.

Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky embraces our happiness and laughter Praise be to freedom and life’s seasons Praise be to Christ’s freedom song

Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..

»Du musst Elderly für uns ausspionieren. Und Melo ist ein guter Zuhörer, wenn er … na ja, wenn er sich mit Frauen trifft.« Melo wackelt vielsagend mit den Augenbrauen und setzt ein selbstgefälliges Grinsen auf. »Nur eine meiner unzähligen Fähigkeiten, Love.« Mit der freien Hand schlägt Kate ihm auf den Hinterkopf, grinst aber dabei. »Hör auf, Pure anzumachen, sonst reißt dir Sky noch die Eier ab. Wir sind derzeit sowieso schon alle viel zu angespannt.« »Ach komm, er weiß, dass es nur Spaß ist, das mache ich bei jeder, immer. So bin ich nun mal und das weiß er. Nicht wahr, Sky?«, sagt er entrüstet und dreht sich zu Sky um, der hinter ihm steht und Melo so böse anstarrt, dass sogar Pure schlucken muss. Melo zieht den blonden, hübschen Kopf ein. »Okay, vielleicht auch nicht.« (Pure)

...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I'm back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace... The power in your touch, serenity of stride... The beating of your heart calms down my presence, gracing with eternal peace of mind... Bathing in the sunshine of your arms I'm deeply aware of the melodic stream that has no language...gliding beneath the quiet Heaven of your eyes...

El cielo es una injuria perpetua e insoportable. Las estrellas no me conocen y yo no podré nunca hacer nada de ellas ni contra ellas. Cuando he sabido a cuántos millares de años de luz distan de mí, y cuántos siglos emplea su claridad para llegar a la Tierra, no he hecho más que dar forma aritmética a mi rabia. Yo siento el cielo como algo extraño, remoto, esto es, enemigo. Los cometas que, sin un objeto razonable, arrastran su cola por el infinito, no me dicen nada que me consuele. Las nebulosas, amontonamientos confusos de polvo cósmico, me exasperan como todas las cosas informes no terminadas. En lo que se refiere a los planetas y a los satélites, aduladores extintos que dan vueltas para obtener la limosna de un poco de luz, me causan repugnancia y despecho.

Endless ocean, blue water, dreamy sky, tranquil beach, love in the air, mind fly high.

Es bringt nichts, wenn du in deinem Leben immer nur auf Zehenspitzen herumgehst. Du musst auch etwas riskieren, um etwas zu bekommen. Warum glaubst du, mache ich immer einen Scherz und versuche gut gelaunt zu sein? Eben weil wir nicht viel Zeit haben, weil wir uns nicht den Luxus leisten können, mit unserer Zeit verschwenderisch umzugehen. Und wenn sie schon begrenzt ist, dann sollten wir sie so gut es geht nutzen, Spaß haben und das Beste aus ihr herausholen. Ich habe auch schon zu viele sterben sehen. Aber weißt du, an was ich mich nach all den Jahren am besten erinnern kann, wenn sie schon lange fort sind? An die guten, an die lustigen, an die schönen Dinge. Wenn wir gemeinsam Spaß hatten und Unfug getrieben haben. Das ist es, was wichtig ist und was bleibt. Daher ist das meine Devise: zu leben im Hier und Jetzt – voll und ganz.

Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

Every cloud comes adrifting across the sky to tell us its story!

Even After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth, "You owe me." Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky.

Every world needs a sky. Every sky needs a star. Every star needs a galaxy. Every galaxy needs a universe.

Few of us have seen the stars as folk saw them then - our cities and towns cast too much light into the night - but, from the village of Wall, the stars were laid out like worlds or like ideas, uncountable as the trees in a forest or the leaves on a tree.

Feel free to look around, but being as though there aren't any people eighteen or older here, stay off the bed. I'm not allowed to get pregnant this weekend.

First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground.

Fine, I'll teach you,' 'Besides, there's only so many times a girl wants to fall on her butt in front of the boy she's out to impress.

Flying high with WiFi in the sky.

For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.

For a moment, she thought it natural in a way seeing a plane fall from the sky can seem natural, too. The horror comes later.

For this, for you, my heart will burn It whispers to me, what I speak now in turn: If the sun should hide, let it hide; If darkness drain the light, on moonbeams we ride. It matters not, For I am by your side. If the sky should fall, let it fall; If Death open his wings, ignore his dark call; Let the stars fade, let worlds collide; Let the seas boil, let chaos hold back the tide. It matters not, For you are by my side.

Get out of here. Yoda so does not have an English accent!' 'Other than that you're saying I'm a dead ringer?' 'If the shoe fits.' 'Sheesh, I hate tall girls.