Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.
You don't look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.
At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.
No dream is too high for those with their eyes in the sky.
“Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.”
Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.
I looked up at the sky; the pure, wonderful stars were still there, burning.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
My witness is the empty sky.
Thank god men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
The brain is wider than the sky.
No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.