Sky Quotes
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I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?
Zhuangzi
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We're a nation of sheep. If you go out and look up at the sky, people around you will start looking up at the sky.
Alan Abel
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Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate:And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.
Lord Byron
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
Arthur Rimbaud
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We shall find peace. We shall hear the angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
Anton Chekhov
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Believe in God like the sun up in the sky, see science can tell us how but it can't tell us why. I seen a baby cry then seconds later she laughed, the beauty of life the pain never lasts.
J. Cole
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A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.
Kenko Yoshida
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All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.
W. H. Auden
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I have broken the blue boundary of color limits, come out into the white, besides me comrade-pilots swim in this infinity. I have established the semaphore of Suprematism. I have beaten the lining of the colored sky, torn it away and in the sack that formed itself, I have put color and knotted it. Swim! The free white sea lies before you.
Kazimir Malevich
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I'm still waiting for someone to call me to cater their wedding. But that's gonna cost you. If you want my cousin Jerez to play the sax, that's going to cost you a little more. The sky's the limit after that.
Artis Leon Ivey Jr.
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We have chased away the clouds, the sky is all 'rose.'
Francois Hollande
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If you consistently write 'The sun set' rather than 'The sun sank slowly in the bright western sky,' your story will move three times as fast. Of course, there are times you want the longer version for atmosphere - but not many. Wordiness not only kills pace; it bores readers.
Nancy Kress