Sky Horizon Quotes

#1. Another day bleeds out on the horizon, red and pink and gold; staring up at the sky.

Lauren Oliver

#2. I think of the horizon at midnight, the sky and sea blurring together.

Sophie Hardcastle

#3. Even behind prison walls I can see the heavy clouds and the blue sky over the horizon

Nelson Mandela

#4. Look for where the sky is brightest along the horizon. That reflects the nearest river. Strike out for a river and you will find habitation.

Eudora Welty

#5. Sunlight Chisels out every angle, swale, and creature on the surface, and ties you right to everything by your eyesight. The sky usually shines so blue it will make your eyes hurt. The ground glows a fine gold and the sky cuts right into the horizon like a blue knife into a warm loaf of bread.

Rex Fuller

#6. This time of night, the sky was flung wide open, stars spread like a story across the horizon.

Jodi Picoult

#7. Black met black on the distant horizon, the stars alone distinguishing sky from lake. On the sand below, Silver Beach glittered at the water's edge while on the north side of the river the lighthouse's beacon signaled safe harbor.

Erin Farwell

#8. Suddenly, I saw ocean again - then another horizon line - but this time the deep blue sky was on the wrong side of the line ... the Holy crap, we're upside down side.

M.A. George

#9. Dark rumblings inside told him he was in a tremendous amount of trouble. He didn't know how it was going to manifest or when but it was coming, sure as Zeta would break the horizon before everyone else arose from their sleepzone. If they hauled him away, then what?

Marcha A. Fox

#10. Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#11. [My father] had a name for the bottom of the sky
'the hem of heaven.

Nancy Horan

#12. The inhabitants of earth behold commonly but the dark and shadowy under side of heaven's pavement; it is only when seen at a favorable angle in the horizon, morning or evening, that some faint streaks of the rich lining of the clouds are revealed.

Henry David Thoreau

#13. Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

Khaled Hosseini

#14. The sky, from one horizon to another, from east to west, from north to south, was utterly and completely black.

Douglas Adams

#15. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon ...

Margaret Atwood

#16. A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven.

Washington Irving

#17. We build model ships in bottles, whispering life into the toothpicks and wire; we make plans and blueprints for the one we hope is coming. And come they do. Fleets of vessels. Battleships and barges. They arrive on the horizon, flags to the sky.

Sarah Kay

#18. The velvet tapestry of the night curved from horizon to horizon, flecked with thousands of tiny stars. There seemed all the more of them, for as well as filling the sky, they shimmered in an elegant ballet on the waves, the sea itself giving them life.

Mary-Jean Harris

#19. I see it in colors," I said. "A deep blue, fading into golds and reds - like fire on a horizon. Afterlight. It's a sky that wants you to guess if the sun is about to rise or set.

Alexandra Bracken

#20. 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

#21. And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky in two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft color of dawn.

Ray Bradbury

#22. The sky doesn't set so much as break apart. The horizon is brick-coloured. The rest of the sky is streaked with shock-red tendrils.

Lauren Oliver

#23. She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of the sharp, cutting wind, and the relentless liquid deliverance of its somber showers. She'll never forgive the audacity of the storm's neglect.

Laura Kreitzer

#24. The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen tropic suns were simultaneously setting round the horizon ... Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles.

Evelyn Waugh

#25. The world seemed leached of color. The river was the color of steel, the sky gray as a dove, the horizon a thick black painted line in the distance.

Cassandra Clare

#26. the sun seeming to hesitate in the process of setting, as if it couldn't bear to end the day. It was teetering on the horizon, throwing ribbons of pink and mauve across the sky like life ropes, and the air was sweet with jasmine.

Kate Morton

#27. The morning was on fire as the sun rose, seemingly from the ocean depths. The great, glowing orb came to the surface and set the horizon aflame. Many minutes passed, and it floated fully into the sky to light the day and gently warm the sea below.

Victoria Kahler

#28. In the most surreal, the most joyful, the most beautiful, the most intense, the most alive moments of life, you are absorbed into the horizon which is at its most invisible, elusive, perfect blend of sky and sea.

Connie Kerbs

#29. The stars folded themselves away as the sun peeked above the horizon and cracked open the sky and I kissed him and we laughed and it was good.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#30. We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon. In an instant age, perhaps we must relearn the ancient truth that patience, too, has its victories.

Konrad Adenauer

#31. Mere life is a luxury, and the color of the grass, of the flowers, of the sky, the wind in the trees, the outlines of the horizon, the forms of clouds, all give a pleasure as exquisite as the sweetest music to the ear famishing for it. The

Mark Twain

#32. The late afternoon sun, trapped beneath a wall of pewter, stained the clouds a yellowish gray, making the sky unusually bright. It felt surreal, as if the horizon had disappeared beyond the hills. She was stranded in a world of glass.

Sarah J. Maas

#33. A clear stream, a long horizon, a forest wilderness and open sky - these are man's most ancient possessions. In a modern society, they are his most priceless.

Lyndon B. Johnson

#34. beast. But first I detour toward the lanai and plop myself on a chaise. The sun is high up in the afternoon sky, not a cloud in sight. People have crowded the beach, just little colorful dots against the white sand. The ocean stretches as far the horizon without any islands visible ahead,

Kendal Taylor

#35. The sky had started off bluffing, convoys of dark clouds scurrying across like sheep to market. But by afternoon a perfect blue canopy stretched from horizon to horizon.

Abraham Verghese

#36. Consume the horizon and then examine the sky,
Digest all the questions and ask yourself why."
~James Lagoski~

James Lagoski

#37. Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.

Rumi

#38. The flames of the luau bonfire burned brightly. Sparks flew into the sky and disappeared before they reached the stars above. Near the horizon, the moon was large and round and flawless as porcelain.

Victoria Kahler

#39. The horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.

Charlotte Bronte

#40. In Egypt, like everywhere, the land is made to fit the sky; but here it is more so. Here it is possible to say, "This is land," and point, and "This is sky," and point, but the eyes can't discover the dividing line.

Helen Oyeyemi

#41. On the morrow the horizon was covered with clouds- a thick and impenetrable curtain between earth and sky, which unhappily extended as far as the Rocky Mountains. It was a fatality!

Jules Verne

#42. The sky is as gruff as a Chinese waiter. It keeps slamming the silverware against the horizon.

Tom Robbins

#43. With the balcony doors completely open and folded up, his small room acquired an infinite vista. Somewhere on the horizon, water finally worked up the courage to embrace the sky.

Clara Chow

#44. And then he saw the chains, snapping down through the clouds to crack thunderously on the horizon. Hundreds of chains, impossibly huge, black, whipping in the air with explosions of red dust, crisscrossing the sky. Horror filled his soul.

Steven Erikson

#45. Sunset encroached upon daylight like a powder burst from the mouth of a crimson cannon - orange and gold ribbons shot forth to wage a battle against the clouds. The western horizon was obscured by a glow like a living thing.

Marsha Ward

#46. searching the sky from high above to below the horizon, gradually working around until he reached the right and the rear.

Jonathan Falconer

#47. Then, like a shimmering disk too rich and clear to be described, the sun slipped over the horizon and lined everything with gold. It was like seeing the world being born, and we were the sole witnesses.

Sarah J. Maas

#48. Everyone [in higher education] was what I call drillers of deeper wells. These academics sit at the bottom of a deep well and they look up and see a sliver of the sky. They know everything about that little sliver of sky and nothing else. I scan all my horizons.

Vaclav Smil

#49. At dawn a great shark mouth appears at the horizon smiling like a stupid angel and chewing silently on the sky. Women

China Mieville

#50. Anything past the horizon is invisible, it can only be imagined. You want to see the future but you only see the sky.

Richard Siken

#51. Summer lightning made it seem that flickering white-hot wires were turning in the terribly blue sky just above the horizon, and the recent storms had driven in toward shore hundreds of gigantic Portuguese man-o'-wars that now hung below the surface of the water like big malignant pearls.

Tim Powers

#52. Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.

Richard Adams

#53. The sky was a fading red and nothing remained of the day save for a line of molten gold slowly lowering on the western horizon.

Scott Lynch

#54. 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

#55. 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

#56. It's funny how we all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon.

Habeeb Akande

#57. For the young, let me tell you the sky has turned brighter. There's a glorious rainbow that beckons those with the spirit of adventure. And there are rich findings at the end of the rainbow. To the young and to the not-so-old, I say, look at that horizon, follow that rainbow, go ride it.

Lee Kuan Yew

#58. It's orange down low near the horizon, and pink on top, like the sky's blushing as it forces out the sun.

Kim Holden

#59. The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.

Daphne Du Maurier

#60. It all gave a pleasant illusion of eternity, this quiet sailing under a perfect sky towards a horizon perpetually five miles ahead, never nearer.

Patrick O'Brian

#61. The sun dropped beneath the horizon and then detonated, torching the racks of clouds stacked up above the downtown skyline. Wyatt had forgotten how quickly, in the vast empty sky of the southern plains, the ordinary could turn so flamboyant.

Lou Berney

#62. From horizon to horizon the sky was filled with stars to within a few degrees of a fresh sliver of moon, a tiny thing lost in the yawn of night.

Greg Bear

#63. Then the whole range, much nearer now, paled into fresh splendor; a full moon rose, touching each peak in succession like some celestial lamplighter, until the long horizon glittered against a blue-black sky.

James Hilton

#64. The air is still and freezing cold. The sky is a perfect, pale blue. The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it has just spilled itself over the horizon and it's too lazy to clean itself up.

Lauren Oliver

#65. Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.

David Moles

#66. When we look up, it widens our horizons. we see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race.

Julia Gregson

#67. That's what I call meditation. You simply stand aloof and just see the mind disappearing, like a cloud on a faraway horizon, leaving the sky clean and pure. And in that state arises your consciousness in its full glory, in its full celebration.

Rajneesh

#68. No one quite knew why, but they felt light-hearted. Maybe it was because of the beautiful weather. The sky, so blue, seemed gently to bow down towards the horizon and caress the earth.

Irene Nemirovsky

#69. Growing up, I knew where the world ended. I could see it, at the horizon, where the sky touched the corn. My life was bounded and known. I *knew* the edges of the world. And then I went to college.

J. Michael Adams

#70. And every moment one expects the sky to fling a barrage from clouds so leaden they hang low across the city roofs and drown the horizon.

Anne Perry

#71. I routinely use my blue sky "Device" and it works very well for me.

Steven Magee

#72. When he reached the last hole he saw, far to the west, a series of rockets bloom in the sky. He watched their green and yellow and red petals arch across the horizon, and fade into the gloom of the earth. It was very beautiful, but he recognized them for Chinese rockets.

Pat Frank

#73. If you were standing next to the prophet on the mountain, would you have seen the archangel? And my answer to that was probably not, even though it's supposed to be a really big archangel. He describes it as - the Archangel Gabriel as standing on the horizon and filling the sky. That's a big angel.

Salman Rushdie

#74. We aren't some casual fuck, and we never were. Not from the first night. Not from the first time I laid eyes on you. You were built for me. I denied it as long as I could, but we were meant to be together. You are the sea under my sky. We're bound at the horizon.

C.D. Reiss

#75. Where the sky begins, the horizon ends, despite the best intentions.

Tom Petty

#76. There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.

Emily Carr

#77. Those roads provided breath-taking views. There's something special about an empty road going on and on and on to the horizon where the sun burns the world away into a dancing, shmmering heat haze that reflects the crystal blue sky, literally blurring the line between heaven and earth.

Dave Gorman

#78. The open sky in front of him was a deep purple, slowly fading into the bright blue of day, with tinges of orange from the sun on a distant, flat horizon.

James Dashner