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.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling

I always believe that the sky is the beginning of the limit.

He’s seeing the actual Milky Way streaked across the sky. The whole of his entire galaxy, right there in front of him. Billions and billions of stars. Billions and billions of worlds. All of them,...

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.

He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.

we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecuewe are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we arean unwantedburningas we sizzle and fryto the bonethe coals of...

How your heart can possibly find a way to love and trust a man again proves that I’ve fallen in love with the bravest woman I’ve ever known. I know how much courage it took...

Does not-your boyfriend realize I’m Mormon?”I nod. “It turns out, Holder doesn’t have an issue with Mormons at all. He just has an issue with assholes.

Later, I realized that the mission had to end in a let-down because the real barrier wasn’t in the sky but in our knowledge and experience of supersonic flight.

I had a dream about you. The sky looked threatening, and hail the size, shape, and color of boxing gloves started pounding us in the face. Luckily my mustache looked like Chuck Norris, and you...

Not every one of us sees the beauty of the stars and innocence of the moon by looking at sky.

What a shame they didn’t have one in green for me. But then, it is a young girl’s style. I would’ve looked foolish.

Breathe as long as the sky is alive

Tonight the sky is the color of my heart, bleeding crimson for my love

Bonnie saw ropes hanging loose, poles falling away, tree-tops sinking beneath her. As they rose, the sun rose with them. Its warmth turned the dark skin of the fiery balloon midnight blue. They flew straight...

to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone’s eyes.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

For this, for you, my heart will burnIt whispers to me, what I speak now in turn:If the sun should hide, let it hide;If darkness drain the light, on moonbeams we ride.It matters not,For I...

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

He never looks away, searching my eyes for truth. His reaction has left my heart pounding, shocked at how quick he was to dismiss any fault I may have had. I wish he was just...

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

El cielo es una injuria perpetua e insoportable. Las estrellas no me conocen y yo no podré nunca hacer nada de ellas ni contra ellas. Cuando he sabido a cuántos millares de años de luz...

Love can make a flower more fragrant, a blue sky bluer, and an empty bank account emptier. I should probably sign up for another credit card.

Like the kite that caught up to the sky,painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Sometimes we believe in miracles, and stars fall from the sky, as if the moon had poured his tears in gold.

The sunrise was the colour of bad blood. It leaked out of the east and stained the dark sky red, marked the scraps of the cloud with stolen gold. Underneath it the road twisted up...

On day one of the drive, I saw my first dome sky. The world was so flat that I could see the level horizon all around me and the sky looked like a dome. Skies...

Dream high, beyond the sky; no matter wings so small, keep vision bright; just dare to learn, for you are born to fly.

I saw a star, I reached for it. I missed, so I accepted the sky

I knew I was a grain of sand in the vast desert that never ended and he was a sparkling star in the sky. I was a fish who couldn’t breathe in air and had...

Your mind is a blue sky where without fear you can fly.

I love how you aren’t weird and awkward, despite the fact that you’ve been severely cut off from socialization to the point where you make the Amish look trendy.

When it seems like the sky is about to collapse, relax, that’s just the roof caving in.

I oft go to a loft aloft in the sky. I go alone, because I enjoy the company of a lofty intellect.

The sky both exists and doesn’t exist. It has substance and at the same time doesn’t. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in.

You have half our gifts. I the other. Together we make a whole. Together we are much more powerful.

I’ll figure out how to be truer: to let people go if they need to be let go of, and to hold on tight if that’s what’s called for. I will pay attention, so I...

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too...

But it was too late. I was down the steps and out the door, where the warm night air almost felt like forgiveness.

Whereever you go we will share the same sky