My experiences remind me that it's those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.
Kelly ClarksonTag: life inspirational sky beautiful clouds experiences
You have half our gifts. I the other. Together we make a whole. Together we are much more powerful.
Joss StirlingYeah, well, not many boys take their girls out on a duck shoot with them as target for a first date. You have to give me points for style.
Joss StirlingWhat were we talking before I was so rudely interrupted by a flying citrus ?
Joss StirlingWhat a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river the moon swam, breasting the waves and disappearing again in the darkness.
I walked up and down, drinking in the beauty of the quiet earth and the changing sky. The night was absolutely silent. Nothing seemed to be abroad. There was no scurrying of rabbits, or twitter of the half-asleep birds. And though the clouds went sailing across the sky, the wind that drove them never came low enough to rustle the dead leaves in the woodland paths. Across the meadows I could see the church tower standing out black and grey against the sky. ("Man Size In Marble")
Tag: night sky wind atmosphere
From the floor, I see the tops of the Philadelphia skyline out of her window. Staring at it, I realize that the night sky isn't really black, which is the way I've always thought of it. It's actually a dark shade of blue, the darkest possible.
Siobhan VivianTag: night sky color philadelphia skyline
I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.
Markus ZusakTag: truth sky wishing wondering city believed who-i-was
My mouth opened.
It happened.
Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.
Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.
Tag: sky remember visions intensity desperate city care voices loud throat howling i-wouldn-t-lie-down something-to-offer
Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.
Lisa Ann SandellTag: life rich sky beautiful face grass dull town somewhere vivid palette a-map-of-the-known-world muted suffocating
Reach for the sky but keep your feet on the ground
Phil LimbertTag: motivational sky insiprational
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