My faith is strongest when the night sky is clear.

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

As you look up to see the stars,keep watching the ground with your feet.

Reach for the sky but keep your feet on the ground

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.

What caused me to undertake the catalog was the nebula I discovered above the southern horn of Taurus on September 12, 1758, while observing the comet of that year. … This nebula had such a...

The more beautiful the sky, the more hopeless the neighborhood.

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...

The sky is always beautiful. Even when it’s dark or rainy or cloudy, it’s still beautiful to look at. It’s my favorite thing because I know if I ever get lost or lonely or scared,...

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

Look down and you may miss a shooting star in the sky. Look up and you may miss a starfish in the sand. But quick, look straight ahead and tell me what is that big,...

When the young womanleans over the sky,about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,her white front splits openuntil her milk runs.

Women hold up half the sky.

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I’m back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace… The power in your touch, serenity...

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!

My Floating Sea””Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters both begin and end. This early in the day I can easily stare without blinking. The...

The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living

I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything...

The sun kept dipping down into the ocean and the lights came on at the harbor, casting sudden shadows on the ground, illuminating the faces that were just a second ago silhouettes. The sky was...

I’m really hoping he’s being genuine because I can already tell he isn’t the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He’s the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the...

My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless

Don’t sit on the fence; break it and move out! Don’t be confined to the little things you do; the sky should be below your limit!

Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)Whispering to myselfWith every step I take,Trying out names, for I knowThere is something yet to be called …..I know it, something up aheadJust around the bendOr over the rise...

If only i could get that under control then i feel like i could stay here a long time, watching the days leaking into the nights, swilling over the buildings, bleeding back again. I could...

Sky. Hope mixed with horror as I searched for Zed, quessing he would not have let his soulfinder walk into this situation alone. I finally identified him as the heavily bearded drummer in the flowery...

Blood is everywhere..Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks;for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.

& may you shine on in the sky with diamonds & dreams…do it for the suit behind the platform, who only wished he were free.have strength in freedom.

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch...

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch,Could I join two hearts as well?

Let’s not talk about Communism. Communism was just an idea, just pie in the sky.

We were at sixty thousand feet. You’re thirty percent lighter upthere.

No, I mean earlier. Where’d you go? You weren’t here with me because no, nothing happened. I could see on your face that something was wrong, so I didn’t do it. But now you need...

Larry Bird looks like a bird, and Johnny Vagina looks like—hey, what is that in the sky?

The sky above us seems huge, vast. It’s clear and crisp and visibility is so good that, when I look up, I feel like I’m staring at an inverted, endless ocean. I’m sure the blue...

We may be lost stars in an ocean of constellations on a dark night but do remember we both belong to the same sky. I breathe the same air that you breathe, we both look...

I know everyone has dreams of flying, but this isn’t a dream of flying. It’s a dream of floating, and the ocean is not water but wind. I call it a dream, but it feels...

In the sky, far above – Where my words – Written in the Clouds; I’ve borrowed from the sun, A gentle smile.

Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.

There were days so clear and skies so brilliant blue, with white clouds scudding across them like ships under full sail, and she felt she could lift right off the ground. One moment she was...

[Asteroids are] the vermin of the skies.[Asteroids can block objects of interest on astronomical photographs.]

And when I fall in love,” I began, “I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while...

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake,...

The sky, I thought, is not so grand;I ‘most could touch it with my hand!And reaching up my hand to try,I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

Yaşamak,” dedim.

In the eye of the tornado, there’s no more high and low, no floor and sky.

Contrast and compliment. The blue is never more blue than it is when paired with orange. And the orange is never bluer than when eaten on a cloud in the sky.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Yeah, well, not many boys take their girls out on a duck shoot with them as target for a first date. You have to give me points for style.