I miss you more than the sun misses the sky at night.
We all live under the same sky, but we don’t all have the same horizon.
Look at the stars lighting up the sky: no one of them stays in the same place.
For rich people, the sky is just an extra, a gift of nature. The poor, on the other hand, can see it as it is, a gift of infinite grace.
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.
The sky is the limit... For some people, aim higher, nothing is impossible.
The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned 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...
Always seek less turbulent skies. Hurt. Fly above it. Betrayal. Fly above it. Anger. Fly above it. You are the one who is flying the plane.
The sky is not the limit. Your mind is.
Feeling free, let us fly, into the boundless, beyond the sky, for we were born to never die...