The Sky Cries Quotes

#1. Tears of my own begin to mix in with the raindrops, but I tell myself that the sky cries to show us that we can too.

Amanda Steele

#2. Every time the sky cries, it is because an angel has died ... Lucifer started a war in Heaven, and it persists even now. So if God cannot keep his angels under control, what makes you believe that he can keep humanity under control?

Lionel Suggs

#3. The sky cries for those filled with sadness

Sonya Watson

#4. The sky is a girl who speaks in thunder, moves in lightning, hides her sorrow with clouds, cries in raindrops,and apologises with rainbows.

Jenim Dibie

#5. Just goes to show, everyone really does have a story to tell. And most people, at least in my experience, are a little more noble than they think they are.

R.J. Palacio

#6. Cold beer is bottled God.

Dylan Thomas

#7. The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.

Robert Burns

#8. There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

Charles Lamb

#9. The windy sky
Cries out a literate despair.

Wallace Stevens

#10. The beauty of holiness is that which the grave, that consumes all other beauty, cannot touch, or do any damage to.

Matthew Henry

#11. I'm interested in having a relationship with the world that's not my own.

Andrea Riseborough

#12. Love cannot accept what it is. Everywhere on earth it cries out against kindness, compassion, intelligence, everything that leads to compromise. Love demands the impossible, the absolute, the sky on fire, inexhaustible springtime, life after death, and death itself transfigured into eternal life.

Albert Camus

#13. I have lost my dewdrop, cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars

Rabindranath Tagore

#14. I think in many ways narrow minded-attitudes lead to extreme thinking.

Dalai Lama

#15. Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.

Libba Bray

#16. She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds.

Vladimir Nabokov

#17. If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you?

William Hartnell

#18. Hark to the sky of a seagull!
He cries because he's not an eagle.
Oh, what if you were you silly he-gull?
What would you say to your she-gull?

Ogden Nash