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Sky Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
- Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And…
- O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow…
- Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For…
- The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down…
- There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy…
More Sky Quotes
- You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky. — Paul Auster
- Look out into the universe and contemplate the glory of God. Observe the stars, millions of them, twinkling in the night sky,… — Sai Baba
- You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is… — Sai Baba
- The way of fortune is like the milkyway in the sky; which is a number of small stars, not seen asunder, but… — Francis Bacon
- Music fathoms the sky. — Charles Baudelaire
- More varied than any landscape was the landscape in the sky, with islands of gold and silver, peninsulas of apricot and rose… — Cecil Beaton
- Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm. — Augustine Birrell
- Being a playwright is like the equivalent of doing a jigsaw puzzle that has 1,500 pieces, and it's a jigsaw of a… — Lewis Black
- This continent, an open palm spread frank before the sky. — James Agee
- Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky. — Arna Bontemps
- You don't need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be… — Bertolt Brecht
- When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is… — Gwendolyn Brooks