Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that’s where the point lies.

the horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.

…my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away – to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me…

I routinely use my blue sky ‘device’ and it works very well for me.

It’s on the horizon. We can do the job as long as the funding stays consistent.

Now I am discovering the world once more. England has widened my horizon.

Hope is the moonlight filtering through the trees,Hope is the silent prayer that we make in distress,Hope is the promise that we make to ourselves,Hope is the happiness that we visualize, Hope is the horizon...

The history of astronomy is a history of receding horizons.

New Song”For You, ManuelitaInside the HorizonSOMEONE WAS SINGING The voice Is not known WHERE DOES IT COME FROM Among the branches No one is to be seen The moon itself was an ear And one...

On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home...

This is sky,” and point, but the eyes can’t discover the dividing line.

When the fisherman bait the hooks, through them into the sea and sits looking at horizon, do not think he is doing nothing. He and all his senses are fully tensed. His eyes monitors the...

she would follow her father over the horizon and down the other side, where the world lay hidden.

The action this week does indicate that the recovery horizon has been pushed out further. Investors are now pushing the horizon into the next year or perhaps even after that.

Elevate your inside game. A negative attitude is below the horizon…a place for lonesome hearts.

New drugs from plants–green factories, as they are called–are on the horizon,

Until the capacity of the mind is expanded, destiny is still within the boundaries of the cloud.

Change lives on the horizon.

The boy I fell madly in love with – the boy made entirely of goodness and light – has been snuffed out by the bloodthirsty creature that glowers before me.

Some people flip condos and make millions. Your boyfriend couldn’t even flip burgers and make minimum wage.

Since its sudden birth the city had expanded, swallowing up acre upon acre of the surrounding grasslands and drawing thousands into its domain. Hardly built on the most advantageous ground, miles from the open waters,...

We swung over the hills and over the town and back again, and I saw how a man can be master of a craft, and how a craft can be master of an element. I...

Death is deceitful, pretending that peace is on the horizon. The truth is that chaos is left in its wake, claiming the souls of those stranded in life. Death is the enemy of love in...

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh…be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

Anybody with a long horizon has to be in the Internet one way or the other. The one they would pick which I would reiterate is America Online ( AOL ). It is a real...

There’s another horizon out there, one more horizon that you have to make for yourself and let other people discover it, and someone else will take it further on, you know.

Is it true that man was once perfectly pure and innocent, and that he became degenerate by disobedience? No. The real truth is, and the history of man shows, that he has advanced. Events, like...

Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and blocking out its radiant light. As he clicked off his overhead light, he...

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...

Heresy is the eternal dawn, the morning star, the glittering herald of the day. Heresy is the last and best thought. It is the perpetual New World, the unknown sea, toward which the brave all...

The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale...

[My father] had a name for the bottom of the sky–‘the hem of heaven.