Sky Quotes
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Man, made after God's image, was a nobler creation than twinkling sparks in the sky, or than the larger and more useful lamp of the moon.
David Brewster
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There is this idea of 'north,' and if you're from Michigan and you wandered the Upper Peninsula, you know what it feels like. The sky has a particular vibe, a coldness, stretching into the upper reaches of Canada.
David Means
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To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.
Teresa Medeiros
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I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its soltitude. I will be the desert.
Kiersten White
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I never get tired of the blue sky.
Vincent Van Gogh
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We go in withering July
To ply the hard incessant hoe;
Panting beneath the brazen sky
We sweat and grumble, but we go.
Ruth Pitter
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What, then, is this blue sky, which certainly does exist, and which veils from us the stars during the day?
Camille Flammarion
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Is heaven a hope or as real as the earth and sky?
Todd Burpo
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The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
Lord Byron
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Tonight, this sky on fire makes me feel like you’re still right here with the honeysuckle in the air.
Carly Pearce
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Marriage is like a 5,000- piece jigsaw of the sky.
Cathy Ladman
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I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Look up there! That's the sky!
Murray Walker
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I don't think I focused on the financial part of it, but definitely, my ambition is to be great, and that always meant that the sky was the limit for what I was hoping to do.
Patty Jenkins
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Reach for the sky, it's not as high as it seems. Just follow your heart go as far as your dreams.
Brooke Allison
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Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
