#sky

The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky. ↗

— Ashley Madau

#nature #scenery #sky #vampire #vampires

even after all this time the sun never said to the earth you owe me Look what happens with a love like that Its likes up the whole sky. ↗

— Unknown

#love #moon #nature #sky #sun

An assassin can be found for every president. And for every prophet there are a thousand interpreters to distort the essence of the religion, to replace the bright flame with the heat of the inquisitors' pyres. The time came when every book was cast into the fire, when every symphony was reduced to a popular tune and played in all the drinking dens. A sound philosophical basis could be set in place under any vile nonsense. ↗

— Sergei Lukyanenko

#corruptibility #corruption #religion

The only debatable issue, it seems to me, is whether it is more ridiculous to turn to experts in social theory for general well-confirmed propositions, or to the specialists in the great religions and philosophical systems for insights into fundamental human values. ↗

— Noam Chomsky

#philosophy #religion #social-sciences #religion

Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no longer only share love. They also share all of the pain, heartache, sorrow, and grief. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#heartache #love #pain #romantic #sky-and-dean

When I touch you, I’m touching you because I want to make you happy. When I kiss you, I’m kissing you because you have the most incredible mouth I’ve ever seen and you know I can’t not kiss it. And when I make love to you—I’m doing exactly that. I’m making love to you because I’m in love with you... I’m touching you because I’m in love with you and for no other reason. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#love #make-love #romantic #sky-and-dean #love

I keep forgetting you’re technologically challenged. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #hopeless #sky-and-holder #sky-davis #technology

I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss. ↗

— Joë Bousquet

#sky #surrealism #surreal

Floating in the sky, which was just beginning to turn pink, was a large, oblong cross about which flew several silent crows, like a sinister flock of winged coffins. ↗

— Agustin Espinosa

#cross #crow #sky #surreal #surreal

You're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. Well, who knows, who knows,' he replied. 'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently. 'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal! ↗

— Mikhail Bulgakov

#fame #immortality #reputation #confidence