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...

The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river’s flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I...

The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.

No, no, no.” By the time I reach her, it’s too late. She’s bawling. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell...

I think I’d rather be heading to detention right now than to talk to him. My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky;The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,For thou must die.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

J Abrams was driving off into the big stupid vermilion sky, and even though the color had been my favorite, I was sure that from now on, every time I looked at it I would...

Wisdom you speak, Obi Tina.”None of that – I’m the one who gets to speak backwards – no, we’re both wrong – that’s the little green guy, Yoda.”You’re right. So I just get to pout...

The future is in the skies.

Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again,...

The sky is full of dreams, but you don’t know how to fly.

Rainbows are said to be beautiful!Rainbows are said to be colourful!Rainbows may possibly be magical!But, I have never seen a rainbow appearing in the sky!

A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky. Pompadours of supper-time smoke billowed from chimneys, separating into girlish pigtails as the breeze combed them out, above the slate rooftops. Chestnut...

At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the...

What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river...

Breckin, this is Holder. Holder is not my boyfriend, but if I catch him trying to break the record for best first kiss with another girl, then he’ll soon be my not breathing non-boyfriend.

The clouds are like marble in the sky, and I just want to make a kitchen counter out of the atmosphere. I can cook like a flock of birds.

It was a chilly morning after the night’s rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.

De toute ma vie, je ne me suis jamais sentie aussi bien. Et toi ?- Moi ? – Step l’embrasse très fort. Super super bien.- Au point de pouvoir toucher le ciel avec un doigt...

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

The wind and sky know that there is no joy in unlimited freedom

Marko Vešović sjedi u Staroj Grčkoj na bijelom kamenu…nad njim nebo..

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

The lights are off and the sun if finally setting, the night sky is changing overhead

It is our prison and the symbol of our captor.