The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.
That thorny path, those stormy skies, have drawn our spirits nearer; and rendered us, by sorrow's ties, each to the other dearer.
Gray skies are just clouds passing over.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise. And the glory of His resurrection share. When His chosen ones shall gather o their home beyond the skies. And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.
It took a qualified wizard to detect a summoning in progress. It required only a half-literate idiot with a twitch of power and a dim idea of how to use it to attempt one. Before you knew it, a three-headed Slavonic god was wreaking havoc in downtown Atlanta, the skies were raining winged snakes, and SWAT was screaming for more ammo.
The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower.
Our budget works to reduce and eliminate the risk of attacks at our ports, rails, in the skies, our food supply and roads by allowing for increases in many of the programs and agencies to help protect these important areas of commerce and travel.
The course of human history is determined, not by what happens in the skies, but what takes place in our hearts.
As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow
It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.
But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?
Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears?
I must say that the biggest lesson you can learn in life, or teach your children, is that life is not castles in the skies, happily ever after. The biggest lesson we have to give our children is truth. We're all built with illusions. And they break.
All that is beautiful, and all that looks on beauty with eyes filled with fire, like a lover's eyes: all of this is yours; you gave it to me, sunlight! all these stars are yours; you gave them to me, skies!
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.
When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.
I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive.