Sky Quotes
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Rock stars aren't crapped out of the sky.
Andy Biersack
Black Veil Brides
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It is the trajectory of a thrown stone. It follows the hump of a humped-back whale from nose to tail. It's bounded like a smooth, sheep-cropped, grassy hill. It is a graph-line through a grey, blue, and then a grey again, sky.
Peter Greenaway
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Emily, I saw you last night by the riverI dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterFrowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under foreverIn a mud cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror.
Joanna Newsom
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Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.
Jennifer Donnelly
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If you look up at the sky after falling down the blue sky is also today stretching limitlessly and smiles at me... I'm alive.
Aya Kito
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Sweet as cherries, bright as berries, light of my moony sky.
Catherynne M. Valente
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Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.
Albert Richard Smith
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The Master Speed No speed of wind or water rushing by but you have speed far greater. You can climb back up a stream of radiance to the sky, and back through history up the stream of time. And you were given this swiftness, not for haste nor chiefly that you may go where you will, but in the rush of everything to waste, that you may have the power of standing still-- off any still or moving thing you say. Two such as you with such a master speed From one another once you are agreed that life is only life forevermore together wing to wing and oar to oar.
Robert Frost
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And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.
Patrick Ness
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Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for Being.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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When you die, we go back to the white energy of all the white energy: white heat that's flung against the sky and becomes a star.
Clarence Clemons
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Announced by all the trumpets of the sky Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
