Source: Bleach, Volume 10
Quotes about sky
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“Just because a man glances up at the sky at night does not make him an astronomer, you know.”
Source: The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
“Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.”
Source: South of the Border, West of the Sun
“I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.”
Source: The Book of the Law (1904)
“So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.”
Source: Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free.”
Song lyrics, Bringing It All Back Home (1965), Mr. Tambourine Man
"You will hear thunder and remember me...", translated by D. M. Thomas
There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Say 'She asked for storms.' The entire
world will turn the colour of crimson stone,
and your heart, as then, will turn to fire.
"Thunder," translated by A.S.Kline
Source: The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.”
Variant: And I love you," Kieran said. "You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.
Source: Lady Midnight
“I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!
How beautiful thou art!”
Source: Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
“A NICE THOUGHT
One was a book thief.
The other stole the sky.”
Variant: One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.
Source: The Book Thief
“… my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.”
Source: The Goldfinch
Grand Chorus.
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day http://www.englishverse.com/poems/a_song_for_st_cecilias_day_1687 (1687)
Source: The Major Works
Context: So, when the last and dreadful Hour
This crumbling Pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And musick shall untune the Sky.
On Death and Dying (1969)
Golden Years
Song lyrics, Station to Station (1976)
Source: The Wind in the Willows (1908), Ch. 7
Context: Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden. Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fullness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humourously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter. All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
“To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.”
Source: Yours Until Dawn
A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island (l. 64-67) (1958).
“Eliza has the sky in her eyes and I’ve always wanted to touch the goddamn sky.”
Source: How to Kill a Rock Star
Wanderlust: A History of Walking (2001)
Source: Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics
Context: Walking has been one of the constellations in the starry sky of human culture, a constellation whose three stars are the body, the imagination, and the wide-open world, and though all three exist independently, it is the lines drawn between them—drawn by the act of walking for cultural purposes—that makes them a constellation. Constellations are not natural phenomena but cultural impositions; the lines drawn between stars are like paths worn by the imagination of those who have gone before. This constellation called walking has a history, the history trod out by all those poets and philosophers and insurrectionaries, by jaywalkers, streetwalkers, pilgrims, tourists, hikers, mountaineers, but whether it has a future depends on whether those connecting paths are traveled still.
Source: The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism (2007)
Source: Suite Française
“Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky”
“The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway.”
Source: The Handmaid's Tale
Source: The Mountains of California