Sky Descriptive Quotes & Sayings

I am really heavy into songwriting. — Teyana Taylor

He feared that by leaving her he would ruin her life - so he stayed, and did just that. — Alain De Botton

The major wars that the U.S. became involved in are all ethically defensible. — Liu Xiaobo

Interagency cooperation was all well and good, but it was understood to be the sport of the aristocracy; rank-and-file workers like Jacob were expected to keep to their own kind. — Robert Kroese

I read a lot of autobiographical stories, and I write plays and prose. And I play piano and cello. A lot of my downtime is devoted to that. — Alexis Dziena

The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises ... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth. — Alice Hoffman

There is a much more exact correspondence between the natural and moral world than we are apt to take notice of. — Joseph Butler

It was that quality that led me into aviation in the first place - it was a love of the air and sky and flying, the lure of adventure, the appreciation of beauty. It lay beyond the descriptive words of man - where immortality is touched through danger, where life meets death on equal plane; where man is more than man, and existence both supreme and valueless at the same instant. — Charles Lindbergh

The negatives he did manage were made in the hour or two when the sun seemed to rally with a yellowy light reminiscent of an egg yolk; usually, it looked pale as a pearl on the steely blue or leaden sky above the snow-scrubbed lake. That's a purple passage fit for a novel but hardly descriptive of the actuality of that winter, which was almost past enduring. — Norman Lock

Look at Christ, my dear friend: His life was divine through and through, full of self-denial, and He did everything for mankind, finding His satisfaction and His delight in the dissolution of His material being. — Mikhail Bakunin

The sky had started off bluffing, convoys of dark clouds scurrying across like sheep to market. But by afternoon a perfect blue canopy stretched from horizon to horizon. — Abraham Verghese

I definitely like sorting stuff out, and I have the enthusiasm to try and help. — Ben Elliot

the tall white windmills that came to her mind. How their skinny long arms all turned, but never together, except for just once in a while two of them would be turning the same way, their arms poised at the same place in the sky. — Elizabeth Strout

The blast of hot air lifted Tazeem from his feet and threw him onto his back in the road. He blinked up into the night sky; raindrops glowed orange as they fell towards the earth. — R.D. Ronald

My caution kicks in when I encounter either one of two sorts of dramatic theories: those that claim to have found the secret of consciousness, and those that claim that the brain mechanisms for consciousness can never be found. — Patricia S. Churchland

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 up. Above them, the sweet, clear music of the lonely pipe called to them. Then the smooth sky puckered into cloth-of-blue and drew aside. They passed straight through ... — Pauline Fisk

What I desire, thou dost not possess for thyself. How canst thou render it then to another? — Dorothy Dunnett

Night came early to this neighborhood, the sun fleeing the sky, leaving heaven black and blue. — Lisa Scottoline

Bearing our cross does not mean wearing gunny sacks and long faces. Some people ... wear the look of a martyr every time they hear criticism. Sometimes we deserve the criticism we receive; however, we are blessed only when men speak evil against us falsely for Christ's sake. — Billy Graham

The trees were like black skeletons reaching to the sky, pleading with their bony arms for the sun to get stronger. — J.R. Ward

Well, the memories were obviously - every match is important, every point counts, especially the last sort of 18, 20 years when the matches have been so tight. — Bernhard Langer

His feet went banging down some stairs. He closed his eyes. They went through cinders and dirt, his heels gathering small windrows of trash. A dim world receded above his upturned toes, shapes of skewed shacks erupted bluely in the niggard lamplight. The rusting carcass of an automobile passed slowly on his right. Dim scenes pooling in the summer night, wan ink wash of junks tilting against a paper sky, rorschach boatmen poling mutely over a mooncobbled sea. He lay with his head on the moldy upholstery of an old car seat among packingcrates and broken shoes and suncrazed rubber toys in the dark. Something warm was running on his chest. He put up a hand. I am bleeding. Unto my death. — Cormac McCarthy

Let me have you in the most intimate of
ways, let me give you a part of myself that no other man may touch.
Make me yours forever. — Rachel L. Demeter

In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most wakan, most holy. There's a sense that when someone is struck by the sudden lightning of loss, he or she stands on the threshold of the spirit world. The prayers of those who grieve are considered especially strong, and it is proper to ask them for their help.
You might recall what it's like to be with someone who has grieved deeply. The person has no layer of protection, nothing left to defend. The mystery is looking out through that person's eyes. For the time being, he or she has accepted the reality of loss and has stopped clinging to the past or grasping at the future. In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom. — Tara Brach

Even as winter comes, mornings are crisp, and the big, blue sky seems to hang newly washed over the sea of hills. — Deborah Lawrenson

Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon. — Khaled Hosseini