Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

My favourite conversations are those with the universe, I speak all that I am and the most beautiful response flies a shooting star across the sky, it's proof ~ vibrations of light have the capacity to change our world.

The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living

His heart is pounding and when he kisses her it is as if the whole of Riyadh disappears – the wide sky, the hard surface of the roof, the date palms and the water wells.

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.

There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.

The clouds took on the shape of dancers; from somewhere far off, Pram heard music before the clouds became normal again.

The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror.

The blue of the sky is one of the most special colors in the world, because the color is deep but see-through both at the same time.

The sky is an enormous man.

Was the sky always this shade of magenta?

Rose doesn't like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

The sky is NOT the limit. Beyond the universe is.

In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky;The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,For thou must die.

O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part!

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.

That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.