“Even when we're apart, we'll be looking at the same sky!”
L.J. Smith book Daughters of Darkness
Source: Daughters of Darkness
Source: The Woman Warrior
“Even when we're apart, we'll be looking at the same sky!”
L.J. Smith book Daughters of Darkness
Source: Daughters of Darkness
Ayumi Hamasaki (1978) Japanese recording artist, lyricist, model, and actress
Daybreak
Lyrics, I am...
“We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon.”
Konrad Adenauer (1876–1967) German statesman, Federal Chancellor of Germany, politician (CDU)
Reader's Digest 1972, p. 194 books.google https://books.google.de/books?id=ctsnAQAAIAAJ&q=adenauer
Anthony de Mello (1931–1987) Indian writer
"The Death of Me", p. 150
Awareness (1992)
Context: One of your American authors put it so well. He said awakening is the death of your belief in injustice and tragedy. The end of the world for a caterpillar is a butterfly for the master. Death is resurrection. We're talking not about some resurrection that will happen but about one that is happening right now. If you would die to the past, if you would die to every minute, you would be the person who is fully alive, because a fully alive person is one who is full of death. We're always dying to things. We're always shedding everything in order to be fully alive and resurrected at every moment. The mystics, saints, and others make great efforts to wake people up. If they don't wake up, they're always going to have these other minor ills like hunger, wars, and violence. The greatest evil is sleeping people, ignorant people.
Sia (musician) (1975) Australian singer
Diamonds, Unapologetic (2012). Cowritten with Benjamin Levin, Mikkel Eriksen and Tor Hermansen.
Songs
“Now, nothing in the Sky looks the same.”
Source: Mason & Dixon (1997), Chapter 74
Context: Now, nothing in the Sky looks the same. "As to the Comet, — I cannot account for how, — but there came this night, to this boggy Miasmatick place, an exceptional Clarity of the Air, … a sort of optickal Tension among the Stars, that seem'd ever just about to break radiantly thro'… And there. In Leo, bright-man'd, lo, it came. It came ahead. And 'twould be but Prelude to the Finger of Corsica, — which now appear'd, pointing down from Heaven. And the place where it pointed was the place I knew I must journey to, for beneath the Sky-borne Index lay, as once beneath a Star, an Infant that must, again, re-make the World, — this time 'twas a Sign from Earth, not only from Heaven, showing the way.