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

My faith is strongest when the night sky is clear.

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.

You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.

There was no wind in all that sweep of sky.

I live you,” I whisper to him. He kisses my head again and signs into my hair. “I don’t think I live you back anymore. I’m pretty sure I’ve moved beyond that. Actually, I’m positive...

Have an appreciating eye to enjoy the beauty of sky.

Fireworks are flowers in the garden sky. My love is like New Year’s Eve, only less predictable and more daily.

…yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink.

Victor patted my hand. ‘I like you, Sky. You’re a fighter.”I am, aren’t I? Hear that, Zed? No more bambi comparisons. I’m a Rottweiler -with a temper.”A very small Rottweiler,’ said Zed, still not convinced.

Art is what gets us beyond what is real. It makes reality more real. It also shortens the distance we gotta travel to see how connected we are.

From the sky, everything looked fake. The buildings were doll houses. The cars were Matchbox racers. People scuttled about, but they weren’t really people anymore. Their little lives meant absolutely nothing from this altitude.

You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen fall from the sky today.

The sky is where mathematics and magic become one.

Sopra i tetti delle case si vedevano striscioni di nubi, sfregati e pestati dal vento, che, lassù, doveva soffiare libero come aveva soffiato al principio del mondo.

Before falling to the ground, the rain has touched the sky. (Avant de tomber au sol, La pluie a touché le ciel)

I know it’s hard for you to allow yourself to feel this. You’ve gone so long training yourself to block the feelings and emotions out any time someone touches you.

My body is a damn traitor.

The worst to ever happen to a person who aims at the sky is to fall on the tallest mountain; the best that can happen to a person who aims at the ceiling of his...

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

Wouldn’t it be strange, she thought, to have a blue sky? But she liked the way it looked. It would be beautiful – a blue sky.

Fine, I’ll teach you,”Besides, there’s only so many times a girl wants to fall on her butt in front of the boy she’s out to impress.

Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It’s the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way...

Adolescence impelled her eyes to stay at an even keel, to deal with the ground before flickering to the heavens. Night became not dotted with fairy clouds of celestial brilliance, but simply the time when...

The graceful Georgian streets and squares, a series of steel engravings under a wet sky.

There are landscapes in which we feel above us not sky but space. Something larger, deeper than sky is sensed, is seen, although in such settings the sky itself is invariably immense. There is a...

perché brillate se tra poco vi spegnerete?

Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;like a man in a glass bottom boat.Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.

I’m not a sucker for happily ever afters, but if these two characters don’t get theirs I might climb inside this e-reader and lock them both inside that damn garage forever.

In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.

He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains. In the false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into...

From ‘Embracing the Wide Sky’, I went to the States, to Canada and to different parts of Europe as well. I gave interviews in several languages.

Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown...

Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..

The sky is time’s limit.

…you need to travel to see the ocean – I don’t need the ocean – I have the sky…

Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again.

How clear, how lovely bright,How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play;How heaven laughs out with gleeWhere, like a bird set free,Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day.To-day I shall be strong,No...

The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool reposeTo mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,The soul to sweeter,...

Feel free to look around, but being as though there aren’t any people eighteen or older here, stay off the bed. I’m not allowed to get pregnant this weekend.

My love is as blue as the sky, and if I had to attach a time to it I’d say midnight.

Love is a speedy bird that looks like a fish. If you catch one in the sky, try not to drown.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one’s...

I’m crazy, Zed.’ There, I’d admitted it.’Uh-huh. And I’m crazy too -about you.

And I bet it’s harder than people think, isn’t it? Everything looks so simple from a distance. Then, the more you look, the more you see. And that’s when you have to rise to the...

When glance turns To a sky-blue clear day,When the purplr-red sunSinks low at sirocco,Here nature bestows glory,Joy, sound to eye and heart,And we find in color lore,The universal truth. – – – GER:Wenn der Blick...

The postgrad at least knew enough to know that he would never know enough, lying under the stars which hung from the inky sky like bunches of inconceivably heavy, lustrous grapes, dusted with the yeast...

The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the...