Lavender Sky Quotes

#1. Calliope feathers on the wings of my hopes and my dreams,
To some day fly high in the lavender sky.
A warm wind caresses my face,
And my heart overflows with grace.
The dawn breaks to herald a dazzling new day,
As I hover, zip, zoom The Hummingbird Way.

Sherri Lynea Gerek

#2. The most difficult person to hide from is yourself.

Matshona Dhliwayo

#3. When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it
delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel.
It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful.
And sometimes it is enough.

Vera Nazarian

#4. You never stand beside the same river twice; you have to keep looking upstream.

Donald Keough

#5. Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It's the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.

Mia Kirshner

#6. August is a teacher's longest Sunday -Weird Sisters

Eleanor Brown

#7. Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends.
Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

Joyce Cary

#8. God condemned sin in Christ, so that holiness might appear in us.

John Stott

#9. I love my sponsors. They make things so much fun for me. We do really fun and exciting things, so I always have a blast. It doesn't ever seem like work.

Lexi Thompson

#10. We're coming! She felt like shouting it to the sky. We're on our way!

William Lavender

#11. A man of abilities and character, of any sect whatever, may be admitted to any office of public trust under the United States.

Edmund Randolph

#12. Happiness is just a positive perception from our brain. Some days, you will be unhappy. Our brain is a tool we use. It's not who we are.

James Altucher

#13. Somewhere, a rattlesnake strike makes the dance begin. Three hawks float in the light blue sky overhead. Crows caw and the sweet seduction of lavender fills my head. And she waltzes through my thoughts.

Hunter S. Jones