The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.
Nobody who has not been up in the sky on a glorious morning can possibly imagine the way a pilot feels in free heaven.
I'm not one of those people who goes home and has to put football on the TV straight away or has to watch Sky Sports News.
Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled.
We have this handy fusion reactor in the sky called the sun, you don't have to do anything, it just works. It shows up every day.
Will and I are yin and yang. He's all sky, vast and bright and soaring, and I'm all earth. I'm here to ground him, and he's here to help me fly.
Sky and clouds and trees and little figures relaxing in the perfect rural rhythm of their surroundings: these are the staples of a Gainsborough landscape.
Soft-brained people, weak-minded, chicken-hearted , cannot find the truth. One has to be free, and as broad as the sky.
I will continue wearing the white hat and black mask until I ride up into the big ranch in the sky.
Anyone who has spent any time in space will love it for the rest of their lives. I achieved my childhood dream of the sky.
All afternoon in the deck chair, I try to describe to my notebook the colors of the water and sky. How to translate sunlight into words?
The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.
The spacious firmament on high,
And all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Lo, how to conquer evil thoughts?Easy! One thing, just try -Imagine you are the ocean vast,You are the boundless sky.
A beautiful poem is like a beautiful sky and a beautiful sky is like a beautiful poem!
If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?
My father tried to discourage me from going into comedy, mainly because he felt like it wasn't promising. It was pie in the sky.
Imagination is like a lofty building reared to meet the sky; whereas fancy is a balloon that soars at the wind's will.
Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn't die
I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.
I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on.
When you're in the closet, you feel like the sky will fall down if anyone finds out. A lot of the fear is self-generated.
The land is all too shallow It is painted on the sky And trembles like the wind-shook rain When the Raven King passed by
The true person is
Not anyone in particular;
But like the deep blue color
Of the limitless sky,
It is everyone,
Everywhere in the world.
If only I could look up and touch a tetromino-filled sky... Until then, I thankfully have Dream of Pixels.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, will not appear every day in my sky.
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.
We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.
Heroes are not giant statues framed against a red sky. They are people who say: This is my community, and it's my responsibility to make it better.
When I was in graduate school in consumer science and math, all of the big companies had labs, all doing blue sky research.
If the mind is illumined, there is clear blue sky in a dark room. If the thoughts are muddled, there are malevolent ghosts in broad daylight.
The walls are white, the track is grey, the grass is green, and the sky is blue...your job is to keep them all where they belong.
Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.
As for me, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are now only the subtlest imaginable essences, which would not stain the morning sky.
Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon
Centuries ago, human beings created marriage. Later, they looked to the sky and dreamt of traveling to the moon. Coincidence?
Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
You can try to steal the thunder all you want, it just reminds people I'm the lightning. You rumble in the distance. I light up the sky.
I feel like the sky's the limit. I can do a lot of great things but none of them will happen if I don't continue to work hard.
I hope to have more time to think, to look at the sky, dealing with less crisis management, to learn another language, to travel.
Once you get your education it's going to open up so many doors for you. And the sky's the limit. So that's what I want to deliver to students.
I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.
You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.
When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
All the manifest forms of existence are but illusions. They are momentary displays of consciousness, flashes of lightening in the sky. They are there for a moment and then they are gone.
I've stood outside my house in Montana looking at the northern lights... crackling against the night sky. To me, that's magic.
Instead of living in the sunshine of God's forgiveness through Christ, we tend to live under an overcast sky of guilt most of the time.
I dream for a living. Once a month the sky falls on my head, I come to, and I see another movie I want to make.
To touch is to heal, to hurt is to steal, If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel. On your knees, boy...
I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shot gun in the sky and they were turning into butterflies above our nation.
As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that your pure within and will find happiness once more.
It's just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America. It's how the world was designed to be.
Wafted up, The stealing cloud with soft grey blinds the sky And in its vapory mantle onward steps The summer shower.
The sky is the limit now, us women are showing that we can beat men and hopefully it will open more doors.
And in the morning when the sun rise. Look in the water, see the blue sky. As if heaven has been laid there at our feet.
I have seen things few of my countrymen have. The first time I went on an aeroplane I couldn't work out how the lavatories worked up in the sky.
I like to get home, flop on the couch, and watch Sky Sports News. I'm just your average bloke.
Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that
Winter's woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.
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