In a still hot morning, the tide went out and didn't come back in. This was not a spectacular event. The sea did not roll up like a scroll, like the sky in Revelations. It quietly withdrew.
I called to the other men that the sky was clearing, and then a moment later I realized that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but the white crest of an enormous wave.
When life is difficult, try looking up at the night sky. A million stars proclaim aloud His Handiwork. And you know you are never alone.
I’d stare up at the sky, reminding myself that Caleb and I were both underneath it. That wherever he was, whatever he was doing, we would always share something.
There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
It's like we are underground, in a cemetery....the sky is the earth... We are hibernating, sleeping all the time and we don't know it. We are dreaming that there is plenty of oxygen.
Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
You must have brought the bad weather with you The sky's the color of lead All you've left me is a feather On an unmade bed
your mere goodbye and i got the long nights to cry No,those are not stars you see in the sky.. I cried, Those are the diamonds of my eyes....
What a difference! Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient! when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh, angular and infinitely boring
The moon rode in the sky - a hunted thing dodging behind wisps of tattered cloud, and the air was heavy and wet and redolent of dying leaves. ("The Refugee")
...yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink.
Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away.” Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome.
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 don't believe in making pencil sketches and then painting landscape in your studio. You must be right under the sky.
I've always known that even if the world threatens to collapse, with one hand, you'd hold up the sky, and the other, around me.
Clouds do not really look like camels or sailing ships or castles in the sky. They are simply a natural process at work. So too, perhaps, are our lives.
The fixed stars signify the angel in man. That is why man orients himself by them; and that is why women have no appreciation for the starry sky; because they have no sense of the angel in man.
...my soul bleeding tears of anguish
I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.
And no child deserved to die for defending her father, no matter who she was
