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.

I believe in a higher power and that it works within us. Whatever the name doesn’t matter, it’s the thought behind it that matters. It’s the way we live our lives that matter and as...

I don’t want a rainbow… Rainbows have too many colors and none of them receive the appreciation they deserve… I’d prefer a fading red or a striking golden, a shimmery silver or a sober blue…...

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 thought of that terrifies me.

The sun was up – stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down below the living dead were forming their complaining queues at bus...

The party was dry, she was wet, and the sky was in the middle (cloudy, but no rain). Love was in the air, and that’s why I brought an umbrella.

No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness

All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long...

Don’t say, ‘The sky is my limit.’ Say, ‘I progress ad infinitum.’

The stars have their own language, you know. If you’re careful, you can learn it.

You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.

His heart is pounding and when he kisses her it is as if the whole of Riyadh disappears – the wide sky, the hard surface of the roof, the date palms and the water wells.

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...

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

Whatever connection we thought we had before this…it doesn’t compare to this moment. No matter what happens between us in life, this moment has just merged pieces of our souls together. Well always have that,...

A writer creates wings of words and lets them fly in the sky of readers’ minds.

The sky smashed into my face, but I didn’t say anything, because aside from a warm breeze, I didn’t feel anything.

Don’t search dreams in the sky, they need strong footage on the earth.

Zed : Penguins, such fascinating creatures, but I didn’t know you were studying them. What class is that you’re taking?Sky: The ‘we-stupid-looking-creature-should-stick-together’ class.

Only weak thinkers do not love the sky.

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...

What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime, and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow...

I fell from the sky. I’m a parachutist, and I missed my mark.

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers...

Many religions have attempted to make statues of their gods very large, and the idea, I suppose, is to make us feel small. But if that’s their purpose, they can keep their paltry icons. We...

Ugh! I absolutely hate lust. Hate. It. Every fiber of my being knows he’s not a good person, yet my body doesn’t seem to give a shit at all.

…There are also those who inadvertently grant power to another man’s words by continuously trying to spite him. If a man gets to the point where he can simply say, ‘The sky is blue,’ and...

Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)

…in that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light…

You are gone! Sky looks dark, ground looks dirty and I feel lost.

I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves...

I guess the sky in real life isn’t actually perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it so perfect.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

You can’t put your feet on the ground until you’ve touched the sky.

On some days in prison you might just need to get out of there, but on some days – not all days, but some – you might be able to see the sky and see...

We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but...

Wander with intentinto a garden glorious.Walk with double briskupon edenic paths.Flee the cursing fearthat lights upon your eye.Seize the twisted dreamthat strangles earth and sky.

You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.

It’s a shiny tin can of a day, bright but gray. Welcome to one of Florida’s two overcast days per year. A Florida winter can last a brutally long 48 hours, and in that time...

Creation is the vocal chords of God speaking each day through the colors of the sunrise, the vastness of the night sky,the teeming of life in the ocean, the majesty of the mountains.

It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.

He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible.He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees...

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I feel for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I...

At night the sky is pure astronomy.

Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.

The sky is not my limit…I am.