Top 100 Quotes About Sky
#1. Clear Sky's shoulders drooped. "I just want us to be together, like we used to be. Fluttering Bird wants it too." Thunder felt a surge of sympathy. Was his father still grieving for the young sister he'd lost? "What if you're wrong?" "I'm not.
Erin Hunter
#2. A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless ...
William Wordsworth
#3. I closed my eyes and lay flat With my back to the ocean And my face to the sky. I lifted my hands and caught ribbons of wind
Autumn Doughton
#4. A woman who'd lost her first son
consoled us with an angel gone ahead
to pray for our family
gone into that sky
seeking oxygen,
gone into autopsy
Michael S. Harper
#5. But perhaps it's that Grey is dead. It still feels like the moon fell out of the sky.
Harriet Reuter Hapgood
#6. There is a sky full of stars aplenty, and all you can babble about is a cold, little rock we call the moon. This is how it is with petty problems that exist too close to us.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#7. I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snow
stroking air, a sky of gasps, will open my mouth,
swallow, somewhere else the sky is falling,
somewhere else it gets back up.
Bob Hicok
#8. My dad is adorably optimistic, positive, pie-in-the-sky. He thinks every new song I write is my best. He sells T-shirts at my merchandise stands and hands out guitar picks to fans.
Taylor Swift
#9. Rain drips from the sky
I hope it rains forever
If that's what it takes to wash you away from me
And when I'm clean
I'll finally be free.
Jasmine Sandozz
#10. This tree was a vast cylinder of wood. It filled the sky. The limbs reached out above me, a great canopy sheltering the rest of the trees, as if they were its children.
Ned Hayes
#11. I'm really excited to be a part of it and sharing the legacy, any documentary I look up at the sky and Kevin Burns did and Bryan did and showed me again you know the history that's in this character and you know.
Brandon Routh
#12. There were never enough stars in the sky to count how many times a day he fell in love with her.
Jewel E. Ann
#14. I tell you truly, when we are born, we enter the world with the sound of God in our ears, even the singing of the vast chorus of the sky, and the holy chant of the stars in their fixed rounds; it is the Holy Stream of Sound.
Edmond Bordeaux Szekely
#15. Our heads, the little globes which hold the midnight sky and the shining, invisible universes of thought, have been taken about as much for granted as the growth of a yellow pumpkin in the fall.
Loren Eiseley
#16. Love is like a colorful street. Let it blossom into the sky like a rainbow by walking it with the ones you Love
Arsi Nami
#17. And I howled at that swarm and the crops and the sky, and the stars should have quit because there weren't no reason to be shining.
Chris Howard
#18. He said, "You need not go to a place to talk to God. He is here. Everywhere." He raised his hands up to the sky to emphasize his point. "Yes, you're right," she said,
Anne-Rae Vasquez
#19. Knowing too that [the sky] was just a kind of rainbow made it glorious. A rainbow that was blue everywhere and covered everything.
Kim Stanley Robinson
#20. Today - be the white clouds full of dreams and hopes in someone's sky.
Debasish Mridha
#21. Of course there are people who think of 'heaven' as a kind of pie-in-the-sky dream of an afterlife to make the thought of dying less awful. No doubt that's a problem as old as the human race.
N. T. Wright
#22. Sure we are all made by some secret Power, who formed the earth and sea, the air and sky.
Daniel Defoe
#23. He shook his head. No, we do. I may be a little buzzed and really fucking horny, but I also need you to know that I love you. I should have said it the first time months ago, and I will keep saying it every damn day. I love you more than every single star in the Louisiana sky above us.
Magan Vernon
#24. It's a huge arch of colours in the sky. It's caused by the light from the sun being broken up by water droplets in the atmosphere.
Anonymous
#25. This is my favorite time of day. When the sun is setting and the last of its fiery fingers caress the water line before relinquishing their hold to the darkness of the night. And I can watch as the stars pop out, one by one, to pinprick the sky with their silvery light.
J.A. Souders
#26. Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset.
Gwen Calvo
#27. One world on its own is a strange enough seethe of coiling, unknowable veins of intention and chance, but two? Where two worlds mingle breath through rips in the sky, the strange becomes stranger, and many things may come to pass that few imaginations could encompass.
Laini Taylor
#28. Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
Rumi
#29. You need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky ...
John Geddes
#30. Could've come like a mighty storm. With all the strength of a hurricane. You could've come like a forest fire with the power of Heaven in Your flame. But You came like a winter snow, quiet and soft and slow. Falling from the sky in the night to the earth below.
Chris Tomlin
#31. According to inflation, the more than 100 billion galaxies, sparkling throughout space like heavenly diamonds, are nothing but quantum mechanics writ large across the sky. To me, this realization is one of the greatest wonders of the modern scientific age.
Brian Greene
#32. Branch by branch, Rowdy and I climbed toward the top of the tree, to the bottom of the sky.
Sherman Alexie
#33. It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town.
Charles Dickens
#34. Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies. Night was inevitable. Like me.
Roshani Chokshi
#35. A thing resounds when it rings true, Ringing all the bells inside of you, Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve, And you cannot say why ... There must be more
Andrew Peterson
#36. Shouldn't a catastrophe like this be met with rain? An overcast sky? It didn't seem right that things were so quiet, so calm, the day so tranquil when so many people had died, lost loved ones or suffered serious injury.
Wildbow
#37. Where sky and water meet,
Where the waves grow sweet,
Doubt not, Reepicheep,
To find all you seek, There is the utter East.
C.S. Lewis
#38. There are memories for both of us, of course, but I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence, and in this, Savannah and I are different as well.If hers are stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in beetween ...
Nicholas Sparks
#39. And suddenly the cockpit of the Lancaster breasts the cloud tops, and there is the sky, vast and clear and brilliantly blue. The wisps of cloud that rush past you are so white that you can't believe you've ever seen true whiteness before.
Jack Currie
#40. The sky was wide and inviting, and the grass was cool and sweetly refreshing under my bare feet as I walked across the undulating field towards the river. It was a short walk, only a mile or so, but I did not hurry it, letting my soul soak up the glorious sensation of freedom and lightness.
Susanna Kearsley
#41. The scene fascinated me: a round straw hat; the funnel leaning left, the stairway leaning right; the white drawbridge, its railings made of chain; white suspenders crossed on the back of a man below; circular iron machinery; a mast that cut into the sky, completing a triangle.
Alfred Stieglitz
#42. Love means to reach for the sky
and with every breath to tear a
hundred veils. Love means to step
away from the ego, to open the eyes
of inner vision and not to take this
world so seriously
Rumi
#43. She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across.
Akshay Vasu
#44. The effort to untangle the human words from the divine seems not only futile to me but also unnecessary, since God works with what is. God uses whatever is usable in a life, both to speak and to act, and those who insist on fireworks in the sky may miss the electricity that sparks the human heart.
Barbara Brown Taylor
#45. Words fall out of the sky like leaves, girl. Grab a couple and write 'em down.
Sharon M. Draper
#46. Be open minded like the sky. Be accepting like the ocean. Be loving like a flower.
Debasish Mridha
#47. Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
#48. The autumn stars had come out, incredible in number and brilliance, twinkling and almost blinking because of the dust stirred up by the earthquake and the wind, so that the whole sky seemed to tremble, a shaking of diamond chips, a scintillation of sunlight on a black sea.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#49. She didn't just walk on the wild side,
she lived there, dancing in the streets
and setting fire to its sky.
J. Iron Word
#50. Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled.
Victor Hugo
#51. Even the sky a hybrid - here clean and black and starred, there roiling with a brusque signature of cloud or piled in strata like folded linen or the interior of rock.
Stanley Elkin
#52. It's about waking up in the morning with everything around you looking gray. Gray sky, gray sun, gray city, gray people, gray thoughts. And the only way out is to have another drink. Then you feel better. Then the colors come back.
Sergei Lukyanenko
#53. That kiss, I cannot describe. It was like a poem, a prayer, a homecoming unlooked-for. It was like dungeon walls crumbling to reveal a glimpse of sky. It
Jacqueline Carey
#54. I won't cry cause I live to die, with my mind on my money and my guns in the sky.
Ja Rule
#55. The storms inside uncoil
into sky held calm by far seeing eyes
Memories dressed in the translucent
trickery of the mind,
so as to wear life upon themselves,
give up their tired dance and run
into free frequency
Tamara Rendell
#56. They lit her wings with the flames, but she raised to the sky soaring over the clouds until the whole sky caught fire. She flew staring at the destruction with her cold eyes, while the clouds came down as the balls of fire and burnt everyone, who tried to take her wings away into ashes.
Akshay Vasu
#57. It's just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America. It's how the world was designed to be.
Kiera Cass
#58. People hit the sauce in a big way all winter. Amidst blizzards they wrestle unsuccessfully with the dark comedy of their lives, laughter trapped in their frigid gizzards. Meanwhile, the mercury just plummets, like a migrating duck blasted out of the sky by some hunter in a cap with fur earflaps.
Amy Gerstler
#59. The profoundly cynical premise of all religionists is that people are not capable of behaving decently toward one another unless they are lured with promises of pie in the sky and simultaneously terrorized by the threats of extreme nastiness in the eternal afterlife in hell.
Barbara G. Walker
#60. I had an ethnic preference, if you will, for the warm weather, coming from Chennai. So I finally said, 'Look, can I move to California?' because every time I come here, it would be in the 70s or 80s, and there would be beautiful blue sky and warm.
Ram Shriram
#61. Outside, gray clouds stretched to infinity. Were my parents and Mikey out there somewhere? I imagined them soaring like birds through the heavens, and wondered how, in a sky so endless, could there be no room for me?
Karen Amanda Hooper
#62. On film Vanilla Sky: You're going to get the full experience of what love is.
Tom Cruise
#63. Full moon calls thee
Shai-hulud shall thou see;
Red the night, dusky sky,
Bloody death didst thou die.
We pray to a moon: she is round
Luck with us will then abound,
What we seek for shall be found
In the land of solid ground.
Frank Herbert
#64. One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities.
Angela Carter
#65. The future is a blue sky and a full tank of gas.
Neil Hilborn
#66. Listen to what the sky is telling you.
A.D. Posey
#67. A certain bone-deep understanding occurred and my hand tightened around the smaller one I held. It weren't stars we were staring at. The sky was falling.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#68. What shall I say about poetry? What shall I say about those clouds, or about the sky? Look; look at them; look at it! And nothing more. Don't you understand anything about poetry? Leave that to the critics and the professors. For neither you, nor I, nor any poet knows what poetry is.
Federico Garcia Lorca
#69. A star-spangled sky and you were looking the other way,
the night beckoned and waited and you waited for the day.
Saleem Sharma
#70. I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.
Joe Bousquet
#72. [ ... ] with the protecting sky in all its splendour and the golden sun blazing forth against a backdrop of crystalline blue, to use the inspired words of a television reporter[ ... ].
Jose Saramago
#73. She believes that her daughter was in agony and that she chose not to suffer; she needs to believe that through her death Kim now lives on a higher plane. "Why else are flowers so beautiful?" she says to me. "why is the sky such a perfect shade of blue? There has to be more than the here and now.
Jill Bialosky
#74. The sea is whipping the skyThe sky is whipping the seaYou can hide away forever from the stormBut you'll never hide away from me.
Jim Steinman
#75. You can smell it, too. Death. Dying. Decay. The sky is falling, the sky is dying, the sky is dead.
Josh Malerman
#76. As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. "Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again. "I promise," he whispered. "Lya, I promise
George R R Martin
#77. The fact is that life has become a sweepstake. Millions of people who have lost the sense of being able to make anything of the collective effort of shaping their economic society, now expect fortune to descend like pie from the sky.
Max Lerner
#78. He just wanted to get through his uninteresting day, so he could cross over into the night, and find his way to the red headed light that brightened the black sky.
Allie Burke
#79. Scorpions are quite ruthless, you know. That is why Artemis bid one of them to kill her foe Orion. And as a reward she set the scorpion on up in the sky.
I'm not ruthless. I merely do whatever it takes to achive my goals
That's not ruthless?
Lisa Kleypas
#80. The air was cold and wet, and if you stood still for a moment the chilling damp would creep into your bones. I could tell the temperature was taking a deep dive, and the bright sky of the morning was a fond memory. It was an appropriate day to dump a body.
Charlaine Harris
#81. This man didn't sweeten his words to get to the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Instead he rode the colorful rays at his own pace, made the sky his bitch and took everything he wanted when he was good and ready.
Aline Hunter
#82. Good heavens above, the poor child has more freckles than there are stars in the sky! if she doesn't start using a good bleaching lotion at once, she'll never catch a good husband! -James Augustus Peregrine Pympoole-Bothame
Kerstin Gier
#83. That night, there were meteor showers. It seemed to me that even the sky was weeping. Two
Jodi Picoult
#84. If we allow our thoughts to arise and dissolve by themselves,
they will pass through our mind as a bird flies through the sky,
without leaving a trace.
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
#85. Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.
Vera Nazarian
#87. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep ... a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.
Lisa Kleypas
#88. Her gaze traveled across the western sky that was dotted with clouds and was held by the wintry looking sun, so pure, so lovely, and so impossible to touch. Sheila felt that that was how her love was - Out of reach, unquestionably warm, and as certain as the celestial ball.
Shampa Sharma
#89. We have this handy fusion reactor in the sky called the sun, you don't have to do anything, it just works. It shows up every day.
Elon Musk
#90. Baseball can build you up to the sky one day and the next day you have to climb a stepladder to look up at a snake.
Johnny Pesky
#91. Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning. Nor trusts the gorgeous sky.
John Keble
#92. And the next time I reach for my pen,
it won't be to write about you again.
The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,
and I will get drunk on the colors of the sky
instead of tasting hangovers dripping from strangers' lips.
Sade Andria Zabala
#93. I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine."
"Bayern's Own? But you're a child."
Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.
Shannon Hale
#94. A dead man fell from the sky, landing at my feet with a thud.
Gary Corby
#95. White and distant, absorbed in itself, endlessly the sky covers and uncovers, moves and remains.
Virginia Woolf
#96. I can't get over the exciting beauty of New York - the pencil buildings so high and far that the blueness of the sky floats about them; the feeling that one's taxis, and shopping, all go on in the deep canyon-beds of natural erosions rather than in the excrescences of human builders.
Freya Stark
#97. Lazy and indifferent the heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them
Virginia Woolf
#99. Either way, we had him to thank for a world without flowers, where plants grew brown rather than green, and where people could survive in an environment where ash fell from the sky on a regular basis.
Brandon Sanderson
#100. It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.
Cormac McCarthy
