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“By the light of stars, the caravan slogs on, for stars write dreams in their eyes, and longing becomes the wine of souls, athirst.”

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“We make it back outside for my favourite time of day, golden hour swarming our senses. Pink intersperses with the blue and grey of the sky, like a beautiful storm is coming. What's left of the sun softly punches our faces, discouraging sobriety. A young girl passes us, hand in hand with her mother, the other hand an open palm, feeling for the light in the world. Del turns to me, the black of her eyes full and open.”

Sky London City

Book:Small Worlds

Source: Small Worlds

“In your eyes, I rested mine, and a thousand moments exploded, of love and tears, laughter and sadness, You and I, growing old together, finding stars at night.”

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Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The day you came to Earth, it was raining, Heaven wept; so it rained, The tears of sky, for Heaven, lost its sweet angel. How shall I compare this loss of heaven, When for Earth, you are a blessing?”

Life Inspirational Earth Nature Sky Rain

Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Those we once loved, come back to us as dawn opens with quiet whispers, or as sunset songs. Sometimes, they walk in the scent of rain or as a perfume, released from opening the diary of memories.”

Life Inspirational Earth Nature Sky Rain

Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The melancholy of the antique world seems to me more profound than that of the moderns, all of whom more or less imply that beyond the dark void lies immortality. But for the ancients that ‘black hole’ is infinity itself; their dreams loom and vanish against a background of immutable ebony. No crying out, no convulsions—nothing but the fixity of the pensive gaze. With the gods gone, and Christ not yet come, there was a unique moment, from Cicero to Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone. Nowhere else do I find that particular grandeur.”

Death Religion Humanity Atheism Immortality Rome Nihilism Modernism Classical

Author:Flaubert Gustave

“While we are standing under the sky, screaming in thunder and crying in floodwater, we realize we have become victims of environmental disarray, preventing us from relishing the bright star backdrop and hearing the seasons' enchanting rhythm or following the quiet birds' migration and experiencing the stillness of an ancient tree. (“Rain Man - With a sky out of control“)”

Water Sky Flood Thunder Stilness Ancient Tree Bird Migration Nviromental Disarray Seasons Rhythm

Author:Erik Pevernagie

“The sky was beautiful that morning. A tumble of fluffy, tufted clouds covered the whole from horizon to dome, as if a shearer had flung a new-shorn fleece high into the air. As I watched, the rays of the rising sun lit the edge of each cloud, turning it silver, until suddenly the fleece became instead a mesh of shining metal.”

Sky Clouds Fleece

Book:Year of Wonders

Source: Year of Wonders

“The music is in the trembling of a leaf, the murmur of a trunk of how it holds itself into the roots, yet reaches the sky to utter its dreams.”

Life Inspirational Tree Sky Leaf

Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Surrender or die?" Duskfur croaked. "Is that a choice?”

Sky Thought Provoking Warriors

Book:Sky

Source: Sky

“When torment tears me inside, And I sense autumn as a melancholic rain, There I wonder, what shall I do with the grief so dense? So I say to this soul of mine, This earth I love, will reveal new pathways. And so I open as a flower in the scent of rain, Make music out of memories that remain. I climb to the peaks, kissing the sky, Longing to speak of the strength they hold, I rush to the rivers, melodious in flow, And sense music in the ripples, when wild winds blow. I search for the stars when the night spread over earth, Unafraid of dark, looking up at the sky. When morning laughs lazily over the meadows, The daffodils I watch, spreading gold on the fields. When time rolls by and sunset kisses the sky, I fill my soul with the cup of crimson. When night steals the earth, and darkness comes down, The memories I weave, into the flowers of light.”

Inspirational Night Sky Flower Rain Blossom

Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee