#sky

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation. ↗

— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

#balloons #celebrate #children #die #graduated

After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter of the loose dirt. They stood him up, his back to the well. In the dark, desperate sky, just above the scalloped line the treetops made, three stars formed a pleading little constellation. No one looked at them, no one cared. This was the time for death, not the time for mercy. ("The Number's Up") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death #night #night-sky #sky #death

This denial is bizarre. Last time Chomsky denied something I attributed to him, it was Chomsky's word against mine and there was no way to resolve this argument. This time, however, there's some fairly conclusive evidence. Look at http://blog.zmag.org/ttt/. It describes itself as 'the official weblog of Professor Noam Chomsky', and it is attached to Z Magazine, for which Chomsky has regularly written for over a decade. It claims Chomsky makes direct blog entries. Yet Chomsky claims he has 'nothing to with with it'. Are we really meant to believe this? If it is true, why does he carry on writing for a magazine that publishes a false blog in his name? ↗

— Johann Hari

#england #media-lens #noam-chomsky #z-communications #communication

And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#dieting #hush-hush #vee-sky #diet

Never, ever, let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. Prove the cynics wrong. Pity them for they have no imagination. The sky's the limit. Your sky. Your limit. Now. Let's dance. ↗

— Tom Hiddleston

#inspirational #the-sky-s-the-limit #tom-hiddleston #dreams

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#sky #dreams

Dreams weigh nothing. - Marie Antoinette ↗

— Kathryn Lasky

#kathryn #lasky #marie-antoinette #princess #versailles

I believed I could identify the scent of the sky as I stood there, a blue menthol fragrance similar to the scent of seawater that sprayed into my face when I first dove into the ocean. That initial scent was much more subtle than the ocean's heavy, fishy aroma; it was a whiff of salt and mint, just as I approached the water on a dive, that warned me that a more powerful scent would soon enter my nose. It was the scent I dreamed in. And it was the scent of that spring sky as I stood in my yard. ↗

— Anne Spollen

#scent #sky #dreams

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#ocean #sea #sky #sunset #dreams

Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#friendship #friendship