Sky Quotes
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But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?
Joanne Rowling
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Don’t always want to go up. Go down, like water, because eventually it’ll go up again. Just like rain, it falls from the sky, flows as a river, then merges with the sea, the goes up again as a cloud.
Yasmin Zarine Shahmir
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The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Rabindranath Tagore
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I don't believe in making pencil sketches and then painting landscape in your studio. You must be right under the sky.
William Merritt Chase
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Perhaps he's just a vehicle To bear us to the hills of Truth That's Truth spelled with a great big T And peddled in the mystic's booth There are oh so many miracles That the western sky exposes Why go looking for lilacs When you're lying in a bed of roses?
Joan Baez
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Close your eyes. You might try saying. . . something like this: "The sun is shining overhead. The sky is blue and sparkling. Nature is calm and in control of the world-and I, as nature's child, am in tune with the Universe." Or-better still-pray!
Dale Carnegie
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Jocelyn Bell joined the project as a graduate student in 1965, helping as a member of the construction team and then analysing the paper charts of the sky survey.
Antony Hewish
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Don't look up to heaven, for what will you see in the sky, except stars, luminous but cold, wholly insensitive to pity?
I. L. Peretz
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It is by all odds the loftiest of cities. It even managed to reach the highest point in the sky at the lowest moment of the depression.
E. B. White
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Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
Bradley Chicho
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Everybody else shares the same cloudy sky.
Joe Walsh
The Eagles
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As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon...
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring...
What stranger miracles are there?
Walt Whitman
