Top 51 Grey Sky Sayings
#1. You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.
Jasmine Warga
#2. Mr. Honeyfoot's post-chaise travelled through a world that seemed to contain a much higher proportion of chill grey sky and a much smaller one of solid comfortable earth than was usually the case.
Susanna Clarke
#3. Depression wasn't an endless grey sky, it was no sky at all. I've got to go somewhere. I've got to go. It
Neil Hilborn
#4. And thus I was to be found, in the first week of June, standing on the banks of the Shenandoah again, in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, blinking at a grey sky and trying to pretend that with all my heart this was where I wanted to be.
Bill Bryson
#5. A weeping grey sky
descends on my umbrella-
Bright daffodils dance.
A.K. White
#6. Yokohama does not improve on further acquaintance. It has a dead-alive look. It has irregularity without picturesqueness, and the grey sky, grey sea, grey houses, and grey roofs, look harmoniously dull.
Isabella Bird
#7. Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth
Shane Koyczan
#8. Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.
Shane Koyczan
#9. At four in the afternoon the old moon bleeds radiance into the grey sky.
Nadine Gordimer
#10. On days when the sky is grey, the sun has not disappeared forever.
Arnaud Desjardins
#11. I had seen the world as either white or black.
It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.
Sanhita Baruah
#13. The colors I choose there was to paint the first hotel, the Disneyland Hotel. Because of the cloudy sky we had in Paris, it had to be a particular kind of color who will fight those grey days. And also something you can see when you're driving up 'There it is! We're arriving!'
John Hench
#14. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to grey to the colour of rain. Even the clouds tried to look the other way.
Markus Zusak
#15. With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.
Erich Maria Remarque
#16. Love someone and they're yours forever, no matter how much time intervenes, that's what Margaret Grey knew. The sky will always be blue; the wind will always rise up across the meadow and thread its way through the grass.
Alice Hoffman
#17. 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.
Susanna Clarke
#18. The walls loom, grey as the rain outside. LIke the sky of England itself. Everything seems colourless and humbled, despite the layers of velvets and tapestries, the peacock plumage of courtiers and ladies. Greenwich Palace feels like my father's disappointment made tangible.
Katherine Longshore
#19. until the original mountain peak now raked the sky like the ornately carved tusk of some great, grey, granite beast.
Neil Gaiman
#20. But perhaps it's that Grey is dead. It still feels like the moon fell out of the sky.
Harriet Reuter Hapgood
#21. What they would see first would be a darkening of the sky in the east - a change from empty blue to a grey-white that would gradually shade into a heavy, inky purple. And then there would be a wind - the wind that preceded a storm and carried the smell of rain on its breath.
Alexander McCall Smith
#22. Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.
James Joyce
#23. The walls are white, the track is grey, the grass is green, and the sky is blue ... your job is to keep them all where they belong.
Johnny Rutherford
#24. One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.
Elizabeth Wein
#25. Who needs a blue sky when he's unhappy? Robert was right. The sky whether grey or blue, is cold and unemotional, and ultimately even the sun is only a fireball that, unaffected by everything going on here below on Earth, simply spews in masses of magma into space.
Nicolas Barreau
#26. All the teaching I had ever received had failed to make me apply such intelligence as I was possessed of, directly and vividly: there had never been any sunshine, as regards language, in the earlier grey days of learning, for the sky had always pelted with gerunds and optatives.
E.F. Benson
#27. With that they, and many others, left the hall and joined the moving crowd in the street. The night was delightfully cool. Stars shone white in a velvet sky. The dry wind from mountain and desert blew in their faces. Pan
Zane Grey
#28. Growing up and living in England, I'm surrounded by grey skies and sarcasm, so when I came to America, my first impressions were bright, hopeful, cheerful.
Stanley Donwood
#29. A black man, but I feel so blue. So I smoke green and purple to my dreams come true. And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey.
Ludacris
#30. Instead of the bright, blue sky of America, I am covered with the soft, grey fog of the Emerald Isle. I breathe, and lo! the chattel becomes a man.
Frederick Douglass
#31. All the color had been leached from Winterfell until only grey and white remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Even the sky was grey. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.
George R R Martin
#32. If these men worshipped anything, they worshipped magic, which she supposed would be heresy back in Grey London. But then again, Christians worshipped an old man in the sky, and if Lila had to say which one seemed more real at the moment, she'd have to side with magic.
Victoria Schwab
#33. The sky was grey, the colour of predictability like a bland dish with no salt.
Elise Icten
#34. Sky is grey, vegetation is plastic, and mankind is pale, for we have spent our days conceiving unnecessary tools for our arousal, and so we hide the nakedness of nature with brutal machinnes.
Shawn Lukas
#35. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the sky was almost entirely pencil-lead grey. It felt like the normal world had followed the sun over the horizon too, leaving me in this cold, dark universe that made no sense.
Kendra Leighton
#36. The sky all at once is overhead dim and grey, puzzle of blocks sprawl, their own horizon; the city looks like a cemetery full of weak daylight, cool and a little wrong, making Ella feel a little put upon, like leap-year day - nothing in itself, but a nudge jostling every other day.
Michael Cisco
#37. I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies.
Zane Grey
#38. underneath the chilly grey november sky
we can make believe that kennedy is still alive and
we're shooting for the moon and smiling,
jackie's driving by and
they say, good try
Andy Prieboy
#39. And wait for the bus in grey drizzle, arms folded tight around myself, shivering against cold that falls from the sky and sinks deep in my bones.
Teri Terry
#40. The night is like warm velvet around them. The stars, burning diamonds in the cloudless sky, turn the road beneath their feet a silver grey.
Patrick Rothfuss
#41. To whoever wrote Fifty Shades of Grey, Cam eyes the sky like he's thanking the Lord. We all laugh and drink.
Jay McLean
#42. Seeing the sky darken & the fields
turn brown & the lake lead-grey
as some enormous scrap of sheet metal
& wind grabs the world around the equator
I am most thankful then for knowing about
the little gold hairs on your belly
Al Purdy
#43. All I could see was the warm grey of quickening sky.
Bram Stoker
#44. It was January. Snow was falling; snow had fallen all day. The sky spread like a grey goose's wing from which feathers where falling all over England.
Virginia Woolf
#45. He had imagined Scotland as being a soft place, all gentle heathery hills, but here on the north coast everything seemed sharp and jutting, even the grey clouds that scudded across the pale blue sky. It was as if the bones of the world showed through.
Neil Gaiman
#46. I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.
Joseph Conrad
#47. Wafted up, The stealing cloud with soft grey blinds the sky And in its vapory mantle onward steps The summer shower.
Alfred Billings Street
#48. It was not warm and not cold. There was no wind and the sky was very low and grey but it wasn't raining. It was like they'd completely run out of weather.
Chris Cleave
#49. missing anything. The northern horizon, which had turned a bluish grey, showed orange again. The orange turned into copper and then into a luminous russet. Red tongues of flame leaped into the black sky. A soft
Khushwant Singh
#50. No longer just "a dull bunch of grey buildings with grey people who worked with slide rules and wrote long equations on blackboards," NASA, the public now believed, was all that stood between them and a Red sky.
Margot Lee Shetterly
#51. The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.
Keri Hulme
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