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The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.
When its dark enough you can see the stars.
Glimpse is a meeting of dreamers in the silent night sky.
To-night the swinging stars shall plumb
The silence of the sky.
The sky here's very strange. I often have the sensation when I look at it that it's a solid thing up there, protecting us from what's behind ... [from] nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.
Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is It's lovely.
The night sky in Egypt is a swirling mass of stars so bright and numerous the sky seems to tremble with the ice-blue weight of them.
Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
At forty feet, the sky is entirely black, but now starlight bleeds faintly down into the forest from between rushing gray clouds.
Behind its blue face, the love of the sky shines in the gleam of stars.
The lights are off and the sun if finally setting, the night sky is changing overhead
At night in this waterless air the stars come down just out of reach of your fingers.
I lift my face to the night sky.
It's still dark.
But I can see the stars.
But how you'd please me, night! without those stars
Whose light speaks in a language I have known!
Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!
Only in the darkness can you see the stars.
I was the dark sky lit by stars.
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky
When the night arrives, I often look up at the bright sky only to close my eyes and see the light within. Everything above so is below.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I'm falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
The stars are on your face tonight
There is no outer space tonight
The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue.
Night is a curious child, wandering
Between earth and sky, creeping
In windows and doors, daubing
The entire neighborhood
With purple paint.
Dusk falls. There is nothing gentle
about the sky.
The night starts to drift in. The crimson fingers of the dyin sun bleed into gray. The first stars blink down at us. Not long to wait now.
A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.
They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]
Starry Starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
When we look at the sky, we see two things: The beauty of the space and the future of the humanity!
For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars ... God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!
Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.
When it is dark enough, men see the stars.
So truly perfectly the skies
by merciful love whispered were,
completes its brightness with your eyes
any illimitable star.
All I know is that there is comfort in knowing one's place in the universe, even if that means our light is less beautiful than it otherwise would have been. What say you, then, of the night sky?
In the darkest sky, stars hang on high; showing us the light of hope and telling us that dreams never die, don't see the darkness, wait for the morning sun.
When first discovering a night sky, the eyes may pick out a few tiny stars. Waiting and watching reveals thousands, until it seems there is yet more light than empty blackness. So my life has been, and so it continues.
In blue Light nature space the whole world, wide grazing land, the open spaces wind across the land and the sky, blue, high
For some time I watch the coming of the night? Above is the glistening galaxy of childhood, now hidden in the Western world by air pollution and the glare of artificial light; for my children's children, the power, peace and healing of the night will be obliterated.
Sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.
I come from a place where you have a lot of sky. But [in New York City] you have to really look up to realize that there is eventually sky, somewhere ... Sky is not a common commodity.
The look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.
This dark brightness that falls from the stars.
Summer night
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
Sawtooth slumps into his deck chair and stares up at the sky. It's a drunken sky, the stars hiccupping light. Great gusty clouds go spinning past the moon. The bright planets feel like pinpricks to Sawtooth's old eyes.
You can never have too much sky.
The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.
How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.
The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A glorious wonder to our eyes!
Night coaxed out the stars, my jailers.
Describing Starry Night: Firmament and planets both disappeared, but the mighty breath which gives life to all things and in which all is bound up remained.
The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.
Look up there! That's the sky!
Every moment of the night
Forever changing places
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces
The moonless sky was a rich wild blackness of stars.
In a few moments all the stars came out above the intense blackness of the earth and the great lagoon gleaming suddenly with reflected lights resembled an oval patch of night sky flung down into the hopeless and abysmal night of the wilderness.
When the sky is totally covered by the dark clouds, be strong enough to see the bright stars beyond them!
There is beauty and wild magic in the night.
Above us, the sky was an endless expanse of velvety black, with millions of stars spreading like glittering diamonds spilled across the dark canvas.
I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the rotten night air, and I miss,
I miss,
I miss.
Kiss the sky with me,
The stars glitter from outside... like cosmic confetti sprinkled across the night sky.
The sky dreams of stars, the earth dreams of love.
Earth is sad, Moon is shy, Sun is happy but wait a moment, I just forgot to tell you that I am the child of open sky.
I am thinking of a sky filled with spaceships, so many of them that they seem like a plague of locusts, silver against the luminous mauve of the night.
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below.
I look up at the sky and see everything I've ever lost,
waiting for me.
The starry night sky echoed across my thoughts, the expanse of my own void filtered in its quiet solitude.
Let the sky outside awake a sky inside your mind.
Those cloudy nights when the stars fail to appear, I miss them terribly. But I know in my heart they are still there and, sometimes knowing has to be enough
Nothing can play havoc with your sense of scale better than looking deeply into the night skies. It can leave you feeling immense and privileged one minute, minuscule and insignificant the next.
The darkness is at its deepest. Just before the sunrise.
The blackness of darkness, forever.
When it's dark enough men see stars.
You can't take the sky from me.Sky-- Joss Whedon
There is no greater joy for me than looking at the sky on a clear night with an attention so concentrated that all my other thoughts disappear; then one can think that the stars enter into one's soul.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
The summer night sky over the Hindu Kush, domed by the Milky Way's mage light, was infinitely splendid. Strewn against this craggy luminosity, millions of tiny stars shone, a diamond heist gone awry.
The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.
Night is mine, together with a substantial part of the future.
Night descended on Roarhaven like a woolly blanket of blackness with holes in it that were the stars.
The sky cries for those filled with sadness
At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her.
Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."
A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."
Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.
Street lights kill the essence of the night sky. Stars and meteors fade away. No songs or whispers from my blackberry. I drift away to my special place.
Whereever you go we will share the same sky
The sky is black, so rich and thick it looks warm. It feels as if I can see for miles into that blackness, the stars glimmering white, and as my eyes adjust, there are millions of stars. Billions. And it is time to move on. I have no choice.
Kristina, my wife, and I thought about this one day when the kids were, of course, watching television. And we took a big blanket and put it in the backyard and said, 'Let's go out on our back and look at the sky and call it sky television.' We saw all kinds of things.
Night simply drapes itself over the day
As if someone had lowered a curtain.
The sky glitters and moves,
Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.
The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under.
Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in morning, sailors take warning.
From horizon to horizon the sky was filled with stars to within a few degrees of a fresh sliver of moon, a tiny thing lost in the yawn of night.
Don't complain about darkness see diamonds in the sky
The sky is but a looking glass into a pool of airless oceans, cast off into a dance of light and energy, leaving only a facet of guidance to navigate. Such an existence lays but within the mind man.
Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?
Until it has scared you with its endlessness, sky is just sky.
Sunset is the opening music of the night.
But, there is one broad sky over all the world, and whether it be blue or cloudy, the same heaven beyond