Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn
World peace is no longer some pie-in-the-sky thing, because no single person or country is going to solve it on their own.
When the thick layers of dark clouds occupy the sky, if there is no wind at all to sweep them away, start blowing with courage and belief
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky.
You watch yourself. One day you're going to pick a hole in the sky and the universe is gonna fall right through. Then we'll all be in a fix
If the sky stands still, if the earth quakes, if there is famine, if there is pestilence, at once the cry is raised: Throw the Christians to the lions! So many to one?
You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.
Romantic love is the kite that catches the wind and tenaciously heads for the sky;
wisdom is the string that tugs downward, holding it back
I'm not really fond of the trails left in the sky and a lot of chemicals that are being pumped through factories and even in the clothes we wear.
I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up
[YSL creative director] Hedi [Slimane] is a music-obsessed guy. I might've originally met him through Sky.
When millions of tons of angry elephant come spinning through the sky, and there was no one there to hear it, does it - philosopically speaking - make a noise
Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.
No hunter of the sky should end his days as prey. Better to die on the wing than pinned to the ground. [Saphira]
You marvel at the economy and this choice of words. How many ways can you describe the sky and the moon? After Sylvia Plath, what can you say?
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.
The thing I like about astronomy is being outside at night and seeing the stars in a dark sky. It makes you feel small.
The Bible is full of dubious scientific impossibilities, from Jonah living inside a whale, to the sun standing still in the sky for Joshua.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.
There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.
I'm hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.
Conceptually, we may call truth what we cannot change; metaphorically, it is the ground on which we stand and the sky that stretches above us.
Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.
For every monarchy overthrown the sky becomes less brilliant, because it loses a star. A republic is ugliness set free.
As for trying to feed off a mouthful of sky, it's a large mouth, hence there's nothing to worry. I wish good luck to everyone.
Human beings grew up in forests; we have a natural affinity for them. How lovely a tree is, straining toward the sky.
That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.
We humans have always looked to the sky as a sounding board for asking big questions about ourselves: Who are we? Where did we come from? Where are we going?
The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.
And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.
I have memories of the clearest crystal mountain days imaginable, when we fortunates in the height seemed to be sky people living in light alone.
It will be difficult to name a class of landscape in which the sky is not the key note, the standard of scale, and the chief organ of sentiment.
No one stands on the top of the world. Not you, not me, not even gods. But the unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over. From now on... I will be sitting on it.
Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.
But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky
Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
If you can imagine the delight of visiting a theme park where lasting memories are made, we envision 'Sky' will sometimes feel like that.
Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning. Nor trusts the gorgeous sky.
You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it!
Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.
Republicans tend to be more steadfast in their allegiance, and Democrats read one headline in the 'New York Times,' and the sky is suddenly falling.
It's amazing that Sky is the only place that has two dedicated arts channels. The BBC is doing very well... but why don't they do more?
Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.
In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create disticntions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.
The seasons do not push one another; neither do clouds race the wind across the sky. All things happen in their own good time.
I ascend from darkness
And depart on the winds of space for I know not where;
My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket,
And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
Knowledge-like the sky- is never private property. No teacher has a right to withhold it from anyone who asks for it. Teaching is the art of sharing.
I love life. There's so much to learn and see all the time, and nothing nicer for me than to wake up, and the sky is blue.
I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.
Reach for the sky, set goals, live life to fullest and always remember to wake up each day with a smile.
Dream Song of Thunders: Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky.
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
Is scattered on the ground - to die.
I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.
It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.
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