A Quote by Don Henley

O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king.
O' beautiful for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers clean up all details Since daddy had to lie But I know a place where we can go And wash away this sin We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defence But this is the end This is the end of the innocence
O, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain.
Those who beat their swords into plowshares usually end up plowing for those who kept their swords.
People often tell me how much they love the digital skies that we obviously painted for 'War Horse.' Well, there's not a single sky that we put in through special effects. The skies you see in the movie are the skies that we experienced - but it was definitely challenging at times.
O beautiful for spacious skies, . . . O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Til all success be nobleness And every gain divine!
All arts his own, the hungry Greekling counts; And bid him mount the skies, the skies he mounts.
What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.
Reach your ambition as high as the skies! Dream it as high as the skies! Because if you're fell, you're gonna fall among of the stars!!
My experiences remind me that it's those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.
I was drifting away like a drop in the ocean, and now I realize that nothing has been as beautiful as when I saw heaven's skies.
Who'd give up sunny California for the grey old Earls Court Road? I'm looking out at blue skies and the mountains and trees, and it's so beautiful.
We're in the money, the skies are sunny; old man depression, you are through, you done us wrong!
Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see
Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.
No known roof is as beautiful as the skies above.
Don't forget: Beautiful sunsets need cloudy Skies.
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