Sky Quotes - Page 2

In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.

You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.

J Abrams was driving off into the big stupid vermilion sky, and even though the color had been my favorite, I was sure that from now on, every time I looked at it I would feel nothing but sadness.

[Asteroids are] the vermin of the skies.

[Asteroids can block objects of interest on astronomical photographs.]

The reason the stars are so high up into the sky is because they belong to those with high determination

Go higher and higher, until it becomes impossible to bring you down, I wanna use a microscope to locate you, don't even dream of coming down.

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

The sky is where time and magic become one.

the moon is just another kind of clock

Man ist am Himmel umgeben von einer Scheinwelt, die eigentlich schon längst Geschichte ist.

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.

When the young woman
leans over the sky,
about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,
her white front splits open
until her milk runs.

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.

Wander with intent
into a garden glorious.
Walk with double brisk
upon edenic paths.
Flee the cursing fear
that lights upon your eye.
Seize the twisted dream
that strangles earth and sky.

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.

I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.

...knowing too that [the sky] was just a kind of rainbow made it glorious. A rainbow that was blue everywhere and covered everything.