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Skies Quotes (page 46)

Anne Sexton quote: "The town does not existexcept where one black-haired tree..."
The town does not existexcept where one black-haired tree slipsup like a drowned woman into the hot sky. Anne Sexton
I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. H. P. Lovecraft
They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy. Of grass-green thickets, to the land where all. Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but the sky Siegfried Sassoon
E. Y. Harburg quote: "Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams..."
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. E. Y. Harburg
It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery:... Truman Capote
The sky was different, without color, taut and unforgiving. But the water was the most unforgiving thing, nearly black at times, cold enough, I knew, to kill me, violent enough to break me apart. The waves were immense, battering rocky beaches without sand. The farther I went, the more desolate it became, more than any place I'd been, but for this very reason the landscape drew me, claimed me as nothing had in a long time. Jhumpa Lahiri
The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.” “No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference? Richard Bach
...to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Vincent Van Gogh
..because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling. Mark Haddon
Fernando Pessoa quote: "We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky."
We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky. Fernando Pessoa
It is so easy to think that the world revolves around you, but all you have to do is stare up at the sky to realize it isn't that way at all. Jodi Picoult
In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row. That mark our place; and in the sky. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago. We lived, felt dawn saw sunset glow. Loved and were loved, and now we lie. In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you, from falling hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow. In... John McCrae
Truman Capote quote: "We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and..."
We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why. Truman Capote
Again and again, however we know the landscape of loveand the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the othersfall: again and again the two of us walk out togetherunder the ancient trees, lie down again and againamong the flowers, face to face with the sky. Rainer Maria Rilke
Landscape Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lecture all day if they wanted about spiritual patience? Isn't it clear the black oaks along the path are standing as though they were the most fragile of flowers? Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. Every morning, so far, I'm alive. And now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness and burst up into the sky—as... Mary Oliver

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