#Sky

"I love life. There's so much to learn and see all the time, and nothing nicer for me than to wake up, and the sky is blue."

"She moves through my memory the way the gentle river waves turn the setting sun's rays into a nostalgic light show."

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

"The sunset sky fades from blue to orange over Gainesville, Florida, and what I lost is less than what I gained. I gained love, I lost love, and if could do it all again, I would."

"The sky itches and that’s why I tickled it with the feather of a bird. Do you realize it’s been 14 days since two weeks ago? Boy, time flies."

"Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)"

"There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul."

"Her love used to be my lighthouse, and now it feels like I'm treading water in the dark. I’ll bet as soon as I start swimming, the sun will rise and color the sky with the romance of rose."

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

"The pink sunset reminds me of her, and the calm water matches the calm that images of her bring to my heart."

"Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life."

"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet."

"Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky."

"The number of ways to live in one lifetime is limitless. So why limit yourself?"

"I wish I could travel west nonstop chasing sunsets. And as the time zones move backwards, I could live forever if I just kept moving."

"Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' goldAnd like the sky my soul is also turnin'Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind"

"Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?"

"The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web."

"The sun rose and tinted the sky rose, that floral red teeming with romance, and it filtered in thoughts of the love I used to have for her."

"I'll figure out how to be truer: to let people go if they need to be let go of, and to hold on tight if that's what's called for. I will pay attention, so I can cross each human heart that comes across my path, cross it as true as I can."