I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky i...
I love white clouds and blue sky.
To love is as natural as the blue sky.
Staring at the blue sky causes insomnia to occur in the human.
With the wings of love, fly in the imaginative and joyful blue sky.
Sometimes asking God for a reason for something is like asking Him why the sky is blue. There is a complex, scientific reason for it, Claire, but most children, including you, are content with knowing it is blue because it is. If we understood everyt...
Dark economic clouds are dissipating into an emerging blue sky of opportunity.
I want my life back. -Dear Blue Sky
Love is a bright blue sky. You can live under it, but love couldn't hide.
The sky is not less blue because the blind man does not see it.
She was worshiping under the blue sky, to the jubilant chanting of the birds.
The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue.
Wouldn't it be strange, she thought, to have a blue sky? But she liked the way it looked. It would be beautiful - a blue sky.
The sky was a feather blanket of clouds, save for one blue hole in the fabric. A blue cloud in a white sky.
They are always telling us that Carolina Blue is not a color, that it is really Columbia blue or sky blue. But there is no bad blood amongst the teammates. All of our kidding is in good fun.
It didn’t feel like the Fates were looking over me that day. When I glanced up, I couldn’t see destiny’s threads tangling in the sky like the silk of a giant spider’s web, woven by three pairs of gnarled, arthritic hands. All I saw was blue �...
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gaze...
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.
...There are also those who inadvertently grant power to another man's words by continuously trying to spite him. If a man gets to the point where he can simply say, 'The sky is blue,' and people indignantly rush up trying to refute him saying, 'No, ...
When the sky is blue, I think of her. When the sky is gray, I think of her. When the sky is black, I think of her. But when the sky is orange, I think of juice, and how I am thirsty—for her love.
The beauty of white snow, white clouds, blue sky and blue sea represent the gift of nature.
