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.

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.He closed his eyes. (“Hunger”)

I saw you in bed with my boyfriend last night. I really don’t appreciate you getting massage oil on my cucumbers. Whore.” I laugh and it feels odd, laughing out loud at my own thoughts....

Write and create a blue sky Forever with joy where I can fly.

When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea...

If you always look at the sky, you miss the good things on the ground; if you always look at the ground, you miss the good things in the sky!

You horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I’m gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December.

I think humans are only capable of small moments of honesty. Then they get tired and back away. It’s something to foster, this ability to keep it for longer. How to keep being honest and...

There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.