Top 1200 Starry Sky Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

The sky is a free asset in design, and nothing unnecessary should be planted that takes away the sky.

I drop in from the sky disturbing the silence only momentarily, then leaving the ancient land once more to converse with the sky. It's my home and all I need.

But, enough of that for now. Let’s get lost again in the starry night.

I'm not starry eyed, and I'm not money crazy.

The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue.

This Midwestern sky is the nakedest loneliest sky in America. To escape it, people live inside and underground.

Poets, for example, are generally considered starry-eyed and sensitive, but only by those who have never encountered one.

Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me There's no place I can be Since I found Serenity But you can't take the sky from me.

Can it be that there is not enough space for man in this beautiful world, under those immeasurable, starry heavens?

The sky itself is the eighth color of the rainbow, spread over the whole sky for us, all the time.

There's a pretty good chance that you're going to go down when you're on a motorcycle or if you're sky diving or whatever, but that happened before I even got this job, and I haven't sky dived since.

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.

We don't want any starry trappings that would make us obsessed with ourself and our image.

The red and white and starry blue Is freedom's shield and hope.

Do not Christians and Heathens, and Jews and Gentiles, and poets and philosophers, unite in allowing the starry influences?

A building is akin to dogma; it is insolent, like dogma. Whether or no it is permanent, it claims permanence, like a dogma. People ask why we have no typical architecture of the modern world, like impressionism in painting. Surely it is obviously because we have not enough dogmas; we cannot bear to see anything in the sky that is solid and enduring, anything in the sky that does not change like the clouds of the sky.

The sky is the sky wherever you go.

Let the sky outside awake a sky inside your mind.

A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.

An empty bus hurtles through the starry night Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

The bluebells made such a pool that the earth had become like water, and all the trees and bushes seemed to have grown out of the water. And the sky above seemed to have fallen down on to the earth floor; and I didn’t know if the sky was the earth or the earth was water. I had been turned upside down. I had to hold the rock with my fingernails to stop me falling into the sky of the earth or the water of the sky. But I couldn’t hold on.

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.

Used to tell me the sky's the limit, now the sky is our point of view.

The starry cope Of heaven.

The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.

My parents have ensured that we never develop starry airs.

When the starry sky, a vista of open seas, or a stained-glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster of meaning, of colors, of words, of caresses, there are light touches, scents, sighs, cadences that arise, shroud me, carry me away, and sweep me beyond the things I see, hear, or think, The "sublime" object dissolves in the raptures of a bottomless memory. It is such a memory, which, from stopping point to stopping point, remembrance to remembrance, love to love, transfers that object to the refulgent point of the dazzlement in which I stray in order to be.

I played Sky Masterson in 'Guys and Dolls' at St. Ignatius. I walked out onstage at one point looking for Nathan Detroit, and I'm supposed to say, 'Has anyone seen Nathan Detroit?' But, instead, I said, 'Has anyone seen Sky Masterson?' I immediately realized what I'd done, so I said, 'Wait a minute. I'm Sky Masterson!'

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

The night sky in Egypt is a swirling mass of stars so bright and numerous the sky seems to tremble with the ice-blue weight of them.

Nobody ever came to America with a starry-eyed dream of working for starvation wages.

What would I do with starry crowns except to cast them at His feet?

With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.

The sky the sky- same as it always was.

I didn't have a very starry school career, I was medium to above average, nothing special.

I am down-to-earth and not one of those starry, up-their-own-butt celebrities.

How does a person feel when looking at the sky? He thinks that he doesn't have enough tongues to describe what he sees. Nevertheless, people have never stopping describing the sky, simply listing what they see.

I grew up in New York City where there is no night sky. Nobody has a relationship with the sky, because, particularly in the day, there was air pollution and light pollution, and you look up, and your sight line terminates on buildings. You know the sun and maybe the moon, and that's about it. So what happens is that I am exposed to the night sky as you would see it from a mountaintop, and I'm just struck by it. Suppose I grew up on a farm where I had that sky every night of my life - then you're not going to be struck by it. It's just the wallpaper of your nighttime dome.

The Night Sky is not just another planisphere. I think The Night Sky is the finest and easiest to use star finding aid in existence.

Two things strike me dumb: the infinite starry heavens, and the sense of right and wrong in man.

Look, up in the sky! It's the sky!

I'm not one of those people who gets starry-eyed.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

To most people, the sky is the limit. To those who love aviation, the sky is home.

The starry vault of heaven is in truth the open book of cosmic projection.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

All was glorious - a cloudless sky above, a most delicious view around. . . . How great is our good fortune! I care not what may be the condition of the earth; it is the sky that is for me now.

Three Songs 1 Mountain. I whip my quick horse and don't dismount and look back in wonder. The sky is three feet away. 2 Mountain. The sea collapses and the river boils. Innumerable horses race insanely into the peak of battle. 3 Mountain. Peaks pierce the green sky, unblunted. The sky would fall but for the columns of mountains.

All my life, I have been in love with the sky. Even when everything was falling apart around me, the sky was always there for me.

The digital sunset always looks better than the real thing, always. Because a sunset generated by the basic package of yellow sun and blue sky is unreliable. Today it may be stunning, hypnotic. Tomorrow it may be lifeless and dull, a white sky scorched with yellow. Tomorrow the sky will be velvet.

The sky, the sky beyond the door is bluuuuuuue!

If you look up at the sky after falling down the blue sky is also today stretching limitlessly and smiles at me... I'm alive.

I might not remember how the sky looked on any given day. I do remember, though, what it was like to be a boy beneath a sky.

We have had the stone age; we have had the iron age; and now we have the sky age, and the sky telegraph, and sky men, and sky cities. Mountains of stone are built out of men's visions. Towers and skyscrapers swing up out of their wills and up out of their hearts.

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

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.

When I first met you, that's what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I'm going to love this person because even the sky looks different.

Genius is a starry word; but if there ever was a chess player to whom that attribute applied, it was Paul Morphy.