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

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

Above the sky, everything is beautiful, but alone. (Au-dessus du ciel, – Tout est beau, mais seul)

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the...

It’s crap that you’re letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

office.” I like to think of my office as God’s cue ball. I’m calling in now, The Big Three’s hitting the two ball in the corner pocket.

I am permitted to travel in the corridor between sky and heather” from the poem “Beyond the Beacon” in TerraAffirmative

You are as beautiful as sky, as soft as moon, as shiny as stars and as angry as Sun.

Get out of here. Yoda so does not have an English accent!”Other than that you’re saying I’m a dead ringer?”If the shoe fits.”Sheesh, I hate tall girls.

Healthy Earth Equals Healthy Inhabitants

Man ist am Himmel umgeben von einer Scheinwelt, die eigentlich schon längst Geschichte ist.

The night sky made her feel infinite before she knew the word.

What did you say, Gram? About there being no church out here?” “I said that the sky was the roof of my cathedral and the desert was its floor and any time I paid attention, I could feel a higher power all around me.

When people stargazing, they stare at stars,and many other things which they’ve already presumed commonly and universally as stars.

All of a sudden we were out of the lot and on the highway next to the mountains, flying. I put my hand out the window, and then I put my head out. I felt my hair blow behind me and the air rush into me, and I forgot for a moment to worry about...

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer know. I watch as the girl in the mirror stares back at me, sobbing pathetically. The weakness in her tears infuriates me.

I eat overcast skies for breakfast, because sunlight isn’t filling enough. As a lover, I’m a bring-my-own-umbrella kind of guy, because a soup bowl doesn’t offer enough space or protection.

You’ll never fly, if you’re too scared of the height,You’ll never live if you’re just too scared to die,Everybody wants heaven, I knowBut darling freedom ain’t free, it’s a long roadYou’ll never find your place up there in the skyIf you never say goodbye.

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

The reason the stars are so high up into the sky is because they belong to those with high determination

When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.

The light irradiates white peaks of Annapurna marching down the sky, in the great rampart that spreads east and west for eighteen hundred miles, the Himalaya- the alaya (abode, or home) of hima (snow).Hibiscus, frangipani, bougainvillea: seen under snow peaks, these tropical blossoms become the flowers of heroic landscapes. Macaques scamper in green meadow, and...

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible

. . . distant views seemed to outlast by a million years (Lily thought) the gazer and to be communing already with a sky which beholds an earth entirely at rest.

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 I’ve moved beyond that, but I’m still not ready to say it to you. When I say it, I want...

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 room is to fall on the carpet of his floor!

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 things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and...

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 sun was out of sight.

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 place between the cerebrum and the stars where sky stops and space commences, and should we find ourselves on a...