Top 1200 Blue Sky Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

I had left the visible, physical blue at the door, outside, in the street. The real blue was inside, the blue of the profundity of space, the blue of my kingdom, of our kingdom!.. ..the immaterialisation of blue, the coloured space that can not be seen but which we impregnate ourselves with.

Heaven is not the wide blue sky but the place where corporeality is begotten in the house of the Creative.

Dark economic clouds are dissipating into an emerging blue sky of opportunity.

I'm a 'blue sky thinker' and dream big.

And I never saw blue like that before across the sky around the world

I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.

...When I asked [my dad why the sky was blue] he said it was because God's a boy. If God were a girl, the sky would be pink. 'What about sunrise and sunset?' I'd asked. Dad had looked dumbfounded. 'You kids. You think too much.' It frightened me how shallow the gene pool was that Liam and I were wading in.

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

Every day, the sun comes out and the sky's always blue. That's what I miss about Denver.

At a few hundred kilometers altitude, the Earth fills half your sky, and the band of blue that stretches from Mindanao to Bombay, which your eye encompasses in a single glance, can break your heart with its beauty. Home you think. Home. This is my world. This is where I come from. Everyone I know, everyone I ever heard of, grew up down there, under that relentless and exquisite blue.

You say: "I'm a blue sky thinker." Investor thinks: "You have no business model, and you don't know how to ship."

You don't have to travel around the world to understand that the sky is blue everywhere

Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, and I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who." - Winnie-the-Pooh

I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.

With 'Greek Gods,' I wanted to go with the blue and green hues of sky and water; with 'Heroes,' I felt the color needed to be more dramatic and give a sense of battle, rage, and yes, of blood. That's the world these demigods lived in, and I felt that orange and red would also compliment the greenish blue of the 'Gods' cover.

As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland's blue sky.

Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled.

Believe it or not, the sky is blue here in Glasgow. I absolutely love it here.

Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again. Peace. Was that the word?

Good-humor is the clear blue sky of the soul.

Above the clouds the sky is always blue.

Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

I come to Jerusalem. There, the sky is blue and memory becomes clear.

Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity.

In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

Did you know, I'm still in love with this blue sky until forever and ever, eternally.

All this knowledge of the objective world is of no value in comparison to having a little glimpse of the inner sky and its beauty - its sunrises and sunsets, its days and nights, its blue sky and its stars. The outer then looks only a pale reflection of the inner. The inner becomes more real and the outer becomes just a shadow.

Don't worry, even if you fall over! It's all right. You can just pick yourself up again! When you fall over, make the most of the chance to look up and see the sky. You will see the blue sky spreading endlessly above you and smiling down. Aya, you are alive!

How can one find the first moment of love? When, in what instant, does the night's dark sky become blue?

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

I am not proposing to seek your votes because there is a blue sky ahead today.

Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

It is a pink and blue feeling, as sharp as clear sky; a slight breeze, and the edges of Lake Nakuru would rise like the ruffle at the edge of a skirt; and I am pockmarked with whole-body pinpricks of potentiality. A stretch of my body would surely stretch as far as the sky. The whole universe poised, and I am the agent of any movement.

Well, I got to have a project. I'm not a blue-sky guy at all. I'd never let anybody like me loose in a company.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

Sometimes asking God for a reason for something is like asking Him why the sky is blue. There is a complex, scientific reason for it, Claire, but most children, including you, are content with knowing it is blue because it is. If we understood everything about everything, we would have no need for faith.

Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky.

Because I'm from Manchester I'm always looking for a bit of blue sky wherever I can find it.

Blue suggests the sea and sky, and they, after all, are in actual, visible nature what is most abstract.

Even behind prison walls I can see the heavy clouds and the blue sky over the horizon

When I was a kid, my mother used to drive my father to work in Indianapolis, and I would see, practically every day of my young life, a huge Phillips 66 sign. So it is the red and green of that sign against the blue Hoosier sky. The blue in the 'Love' is cerulean. Therefore, my 'Love' is an homage to my father.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky.

Cirrus sky hawk drift, blue haze in the autumn air, and my mouth is dry.

Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.

It's like my having to walk down thousands and thousands of white marble stairs...and nothing but a very very blue sky, very blue...and I'd have to walk down them forever. I never thought about going up...Don't you think that must mean something?

Everywhere the sky is blue. There are a multitude of cuisines and dishes. I think of them as the languages and dialects of food.

I sell blue sky and coloured air.

Blue. My name's Blue Sargent.' 'Blair?' 'Blue.' 'Blaize?' Blue sighed. 'Jane

I'm a blue-sky, 85-degree, nine-holes-in-a-cart, lunch-on-the-terrace kind of girl.

In age of consumerism and materialism, I traffic in blue sky and colored air.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.