Don't forget: Beautiful sunsets need cloudy Skies.— Paulo Coelho
Seductive Skies quotations
Believe in God like the sun up in the sky, see science can tell us how but it can't tell us why. I seen a baby cry then seconds later she laughed, the beauty of life the pain never lasts.
The sky is falling, the wind is calling Stand for something, or die in the morning
I'm the tower of power, too sweet to be sour.
I'm funky like a monkey. Sky's the limit and space is the place!
The revolution and women's liberation go together.
We do not talk of women's emancipation as an act of charity or out of a surge of human compassion. It is a basic necessity for the revolution to triumph. Women hold up the other half of the sky.
Look up to the sky. You’ll never find rainbows if you’re looking down.
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'you owe me.
' Look what happens with a love like that! It lights up the whole sky.
What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.
Success doesn't come from pie-in-the-sky thinking.
It's the result of consciously doing something each day that will add to your overall excellence.
Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different.
Dont look to the sky for fireworks when you can watch them light up in the eyes of all the people passing by.
Smell the sea and feel the sky.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
The materials of city planning are: sky, space, trees, steel and cement;
in that order and that hierarchy.
It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.
Against a dark sky, all flowers look like fireworks.
Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.
The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious.
If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.
My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky
Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good
Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.
Without enough wilderness America will change.
Democracy, with its myriad personalities and increasing sophistication, must be fibred and vitalized by regular contact with outdoor growths - animals, trees, sun warmth and free skies - or it will dwindle and pale.
Be all you can be in whatever you choose to do.
The sky is the limit, so go for it. And do not create any self-imposed limitations.
Stay far from timid only make moves when you're heart's in it, and live the phrase the sky's the limit.
Human kind is made up of two sexes, women and men.
Is it possible that a mass is improved by the improvement of only one part and the other part is ignored? Is it possible that if half of a mass is tied to earth with chains and the other half can soar into skies?
We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon.
Let's build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.
Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
If the game shakes me or breaks me, I hope it makes me a better man.
I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies.
I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.