I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
E.B. WhiteTags: ferris-wheel sky space
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Terry PratchettTags: sky full hat pratchett terry
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
John LubbockTags: science inspirational beauty nature time water trees sky idleness summer clouds grass rest
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
Haruki MurakamiTags: night sky blue night-sky painted strokes
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
Ralph Waldo EmersonTags: beauty nature religion heavens stars night sky astronomy night-sky
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia
PtolemyTags: eternity stars mortality sky night-sky
How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.
Janet FitchTags: woman sky imagery tree white
Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.
PtolemyTags: eternity stars mortality sky night-sky
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