The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
There are many paths up the Mountain, but the view of the moon from the top is the same.
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merelyflowers.
I have written my name on the far side of the sky.
Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; ... And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Before his death during a training flight in England, Magee wrote this sonnet in a letter to his parents.
There is the sky, which is all men's together.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
From there we came outside and saw the stars
The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.
At night the sky is pure astronomy.
Then stars arise, and the night is holy.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
There is great disorder in the heavens, and the situation is excellent.
I'm one of those people who happen to like trees. I don't know why - I just do. As a kid, I loved to climb them. The distant, upper branches, especially, were celestial and alluring.
The piece of equipment I'm most found off is my telescope. The other night I had a superb view of the moon.
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
You know, west Texas is already beautiful to view from the ground. I can't even imagine what it must look like as you're floating down to Earth in a capsule making its return trip from outer space.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !
Not secondary to the sun, she gives us his blaze again, Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day... In Heaven queen she is among the spheres; She, mistress-like, makes all things to be pure.
The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
With 'Epicloud,' I wanted something catchy as the flu but with a sentiment that is romantic, positive, and beautiful. Spiritual without religion and set to heavy music.
My sense of divine brings with it a strange sound of music with its glories, a marvellous melody sounding like a multitude of flutes.
When you speak of heaven, let your face light up...When you speak of hell well then, your everyday face will do.
These blessed candles of the night.