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The music filled the room, making the windows shake. I'd forgotten how much I loved to dance. It didn't take long before I was letting go of Princess Catherine and dancing like Cathy-and it felt good. Free and fun. I bumped butts with Patricia, wrapped a boa around Chadwick, and laughed as Daniel did the YMCA.
— Nichole Chase, Recklessly Royal
Do not let anyone tell you that these people made work of play. They simply realized that the most fun lies in seeing and studying the unknown.
— Aldo Leopold
I don't always have thoughts, but when I do, they're deep.
— Gunnar D Ridgeback  (Lori Wittenwiler), Through the Eyes of a Ridgeback:Gunnar's Deep Thoughts
LB Living Better... the only mistake is not to begin.
— LB Living Better
i'm like a prickily pear...i'm a prickily pear!!!
— zaria teresse thomas
What life is to humor, humor is to life.
— Krishna Sagar
Since joining the National Park Service fourteen years ago, Anna had worked every Fourth of July. ... Winding her way through the masses, trying not to get her fragile frame jostled, she realized she preferred it that way. Working on holidays, one wasn't required to have fun. There was no pressure, no disappointments. And she usually had a wonderful time.
— Nevada Barr, Liberty Falling
My greatest discovery has been my love of boredom and to get fun out of it.
— Julien Torma, 4 Dada Suicides: Selected Texts of Arthur Cravan, Jacques Rigaut, Julien Torma, and Jacques Vaché
How can you make efficiency a habit, and an enjoyable one at that?
— Mani S. Sivasubramanian, How To Focus - Stop Procrastinating, Improve Your Concentration & Get Things Done - Easily!
Okay. I've got one. Do you think Pluto should still be considered an actual planet in its own right?""Much better. And yes, I do. I had to memorize the planets when I was in third grade, and it was one of them, and I don't like having to relearn things.
— Claire LaZebnik, The Trouble with Flirting
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye," Ferbus said too loudly. "Then it's one-eyed fun.
— Gina Damico, Croak
Once all the blocks were on the quad, Rowena grew obsessed with arranging them perfectly. I didn’t care at this point and busied myself texting a message to Sydney on the Love Phone, letting her know that my art was a paltry thing compared to the brilliance of her beauty. She texted back: This is me rolling my eyes. To which I replied: I love you too.
— Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart
They want dancing girls! They want thrills! They want elephants! They want people falling off roofs! They want dreams! The world is full of little people with big dreams!
— Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures
Don't fucking quote me!
— Roni Batti Kajou
The only things known to go faster than ordinary light is monarchy, according to the philosopher Ly Tin Weedle. He reasoned like this: you can't have more than one king, and tradition demands that there is no gap between kings, so when a king dies the succession must therefore pass to the heir instantaneously. Presumably, he said, there must be some elementary particles -- kingons, or possibly queons -- that do this job, but of course succession sometimes fails if, in mid-flight, they strike an anti-particle, or republicon. His ambitious plans to use his discovery to send messages, involving the careful torturing of a small king in order to modulate the signal, were never fully expanded because, at that point, the bar closed.
— Terry Pratchett
It's interesting how interesting uninteresting people get after a few drinks.
— Stuart Blythe
Art has one purpose, that is to leave you changed. Love has one purpose, that is to create art.
— Julieanne O'Connor, Spelling It Out for Your Man
The inhibition of an inhibitor leads to the activation of an inhibitor of an inhibitory pathway. This is the point where most people might be tempted to give up on biochemistry!
— Chris Cooper, Run, Swim, Throw, Cheat: The Science Behind Drugs in Sport
Having fun isn't hard when you've got a library 
— PBS Kids
Have fun! Live it up! Be happy! Enjoy every moment!
— Lei
Every girl needs a bit of whimsy to remind her that life is a game and it's all about having fun.
— Candace Havens, Take It Like a Vamp
College isn't half as much fun as they told us it was going to be.""It's not one-hundredth as much fun.
— Molly Ringle, Relatively Honest
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
Let’s be assholes and enjoy the life.
— M.F. Moonzajer
It's strange, but I find myself more disillusioned by a man who has such easily persuaded views than I would be by one whose views were entirely opposite but passionately held. Isn't that quixotic of me?
— Elizabeth Hoyt
The notion that inspired play (even when audacious, offensive, or obscene) enhances rather than diminishes intellectual vigor and spiritual fulfillment, the notion that in the eyes of the gods the tight-lipped hero and the wet-cheeked victim are frequently inferior to the red-nosed clown, such notions are destined to be a hard sell to those who have E.M. Forster on their bedside table and a clump of dried narcissus up their ass.Not to worry. As long as words and ideas exist, there will be a few misfits who will cavort with them in a spirit of *approfondement*–if I may borrow that marvelous French word that translates roughly as ‘playing easily in the deep’–and in so doing they will occasionally bring to realization Kafka’s belief that ‘a novel should be an ax for the frozen seas around us’.
— Tom Robbins
Oh, hell no!" I yell at them. They are not about to negotiate as to whether they get to see my goods. "Denton, I swear to God, if you come over here, I am sending you anthrax in the mail!
— Angeline Kace, Wicked Thing
I have never experienced being daddy, it must be really fun.
— M.F. Moonzajer
When I look at you
—  I feel that God must have created you for himself.
Time limps when you are not having fun.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
A huge part of swimming for me is I love it, and it is so much fun.
— Missy Franklin
Kyoya: Some say I only became more calculating but I don't care... because you lose out if you don't have fun, right?
— Bisco Hatori, Ouran High School Host Club, Vol. 8
The more you read within a balanced life, the more time you have. Strange but true.
— Mark  Donnelly
If it pleases you and you can write at all, it's gonna please somebody else.
— Charlaine Harris
All round there was a rising tide of beer, widow Désir's barrels had all been broached, beer had rounded all paunches and was overflowing in all directions, from noses, eyes - and elsewhere. People were so blown out and higgledy-piggledy, that everybody's elbows or knees were sticking into his neighbour and everybody thought it great fun to feel his neighbour's elbows. All mouths were grinning from ear to ear in continuous laughter.
— Émile Zola, Germinal
We can't against human stupidity. Because they are too many and too dangerous.
— Nobita Nobi
I am an urchin, standing in the cold, elbowed aside by the glossy rich visitors in their fur coats and ostentatious jewellery, being fussed into the hotel by pompous-looking doormen.	'No problem. I'd better get home, actually Mr – Gustav. A drink is very tempting, but maybe not such a good idea after all.' I pat my pockets. 'And I'm skint.'	 'Pavements not paved with gold yet, eh?' He moves on along the facade of the grand hotel to the corner, and waits. He's staring not back at me but down St James Street. I wage a little war with myself. He's a stranger, remember. 	The newspaper headlines, exaggerated by the time they reach the office of Jake's local rag: Country girl from the sticks raped and murdered in London by suave conman.	Even Poppy would be wagging her metaphorical finger at me by now. Blaming herself for not being there, looking out for me. But we're out in public here. Lots of people around us. He's charming. He's incredibly attractive. He's got a lovely deep, well spoken voice. And he's an entrepreneur who must be bloody rich if he owns more than one house. What the hell else am I going to do with myself when everyone else is out having fun?	One thing I won't tell him is that my pockets might be empty, but my bank account is full. 	'One drink. Then I must get back.'	He doesn't answer or protest, but with a courtly bow he crooks his elbow and escorts me down St James. We turn right and into the far more subtle splendour of Dukes Hotel. 	'Dress code?' I ask nervously, wiping my feet obediently on the huge but welcoming doormat and drifting ahead of him into the smart interior where domed and glassed corridors lead here and there. The foyer smells of mulled wine and candles and entices you to succumb to its perfumed embrace.
— Primula Bond
If you look accurately into your life , it is full of fun and enjoyment.
— M.F. Moonzajer
...which is where I met my my husband. Not currently my husband. My ex. Though he wasn't that then. I never know how to say that.""Allow my copydesk expertise to intervene: your then-pre-husband, later-to-be-post-husband in his prior-to-ex-husband status.
— Tom Rachman, The Imperfectionists
If you don't feel drowsy after lunch and don't yawn in the office, you're not a perfect employee!
— Himmilicious
The more things you experience, the more you discover what you really like.The more you discover what you really like, the more you learn what you're really like.The more you learn what you're really like, the more you know what you really want. And why.Share what you want and help make "things" happen.
— Dreamcue Staff
I'm not sure if you've noticed this yet, but Jenny Sullivan likes to overuse people's first names. It's a technique she read about in a book called Own It - Take Life By The Bollocks. She once said my name so many times I disconnected from it entirely.
— Claire Garber, Love is a Thief
Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale
One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?""Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.
— Jessica Sorensen, The Coincidence of Callie & Kayden
...it is more civilized to make fun of life than to bewail it.
— Seneca, On the Shortness of Life
- I'm so busy doing what I must do that I don't have time for what I ought to do... and I never get a chance to do what I want to do!- Son, that's universal. The way to keep that recipe from killing you is occasionally to do what you want to do anyhow.
— Robert A. Heinlein, Citizen of the Galaxy
wash the brush, just beats the devil out of it 
— Bob  Ross, The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross, Vol. 29
Hey Audrey,I am watching you de-clutter your house,do you need help?
— Toni Aleo, Empty Net
A teenage boy with a Mohawk sat across from me, sneering. I’d seen that look before. Why was it a problem to knit in public?“My grandma knits.”I ignored him.“So what are you making, Grandma?” Mohawk’s voice was ugly.I arched my eyebrow. “A cashmere cock ring. Your grandma ever knit one of those?”The kid’s eyes grew wide, and he suddenly became very interested in a four-year-old issue of Teen Vogue.
— Leslie Langtry, 'Scuse Me While I Kill This Guy
You only get one go at it... might as well Rock it.
— Tommie Vaughn
An earthquake is such fun when it is over.
— George Orwell, Burmese Days
Sometimes, the inessential is essential.
— T.L. Rese
Setting a good example for children takes all the fun out of middle age.
— William Feather
You don’t pack what you need; you pack what you think you will probably need, taking into account each and every possibility, and then add some more stuff…just in case.
— Jayde Scott, Dead And Beyond
Thinking over this thought, this whole thinking makes no sense.
— Janosch
All the kids with fancy shoes or clothes, do you know what I got with a family of nine? When ever we said let's play poker, we had a full team of adults right there.
— Julia Marriott
Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
— J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister
I guess it's going to have to hurt, I guess I'm going to have to cry, And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other sideI guess it's going to break me down, Like fallin when you try to fly, Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye
— Carrie Underwood
What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!
— Victor Hugo
I would like to encourage you to stop thinking of what you're doing as ministry. Start realizing that your ministry is how much of a tip you leave when you eat in a restaurant; when you leave a hotel room whether you leave it all messed up or not; whether you flush your own toilet or not. Your ministry is the way that you love people. And you love people when you write something that is encouraging to them, something challenging. You love people when you call your wife and say, 'I'm going to be late for dinner,' instead of letting her burn the meal. You love people when maybe you cook a meal for your wife sometime, because you know she's really tired. Loving people - being respectful toward them - is much more important than writing or doing music.
— Rich Mullins
He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars. He kissed away their ugliness. His lips parted in tingling butterfly kisses that drained the strength from my knees. I realized he was mouthing words against my skin. Not words. Just one word.Mine.
— Rose Christo, Gives Light
The bravest are the most tender
—  the loving are the daring.
To be strong, and beautiful, and go round making music all the time. Yes, she could do that, and with a very earnest prayer Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it died.
— Louisa May Alcott, An Old-Fashioned Girl
Love can only be found through the act of loving.
— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
You think it can't get worse than wanting someone and not having them, but it can. You can want someone, have them, and want them more. Still. Always. You can never get enough.
— Michelle Hodkin, The Retribution of Mara Dyer
Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.
— Bill Johnson
Odd, she thought, how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love - soaked, drenched in love - only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined. Or weren't quite as well known as you had hoped to be. In the beginning, a lover drank in every word and gesture and then tried to hold on to that intensity for as long as possible. But inevitable, if two people were together long enough, that intensity had to wane.
— Anita Shreve, The Pilot's Wife
I’m convinced we have each been endowed with a beautiful heart. We may not always see it. We may not even believe it. But it’s a gift that came with birth and, every time we act selflessly, it grows a little.
— Steve Goodier
She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.
— Margaret McMullan, Sources of Light
If loving comes easy, nothing else seems hard.
— Marty Rubin
And who is to say that loving a person isn’t just loving the idea of that person and not the actual person, all these incomprehensible clots of flesh with all their years gone by and vanished, all their history stored in basements even they cannot reach?
— Catherine Lacey, The Answers
Jesus knew that all the commandments of the law of Moses rested on loving God and loving your neighbor
— Sunday Adelaja
Loving God is an act
— Sunday Adelaja
Loving God and your neighbor cannot exist without the other
— Sunday Adelaja
Let us take our tongues and stick them out and waggle them in the wind. Let us walk, loving, let us walk and love, walking along, loving.
— Meia Geddes
If dual torment is to be my one condition,both of loving and being loved I would quit.
— Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Poems, Protest, and a Dream: Selected Writings
I will never stop loving you, I know it’s a cliché but it’s damn true.
— Annie Fisher, The Greater Picture
Loving someone is something you can do from afar, admiring someone and appreciationg their existence in your life - but in love's different. It's all-cosnuming to the point where being away from taht person seems unbearable. There's no stopping that feeling... ~ Ben
— Giovanna Fletcher, You're the One That I Want
Every bit of you is worthy of your loving.
— Pat Rodegast
When you begin to overlook the routine act of kindness given by a generous & caring soul, you unwittingly halt your blessings
— Bernard Kelvin Clive
Just take my hand &let us dance under a chandelier of starlight.
— Trevor Driggers
Just take my hand & let us dance under a chandelier of starlight.
— Trevor Driggers
When we are loving, we openly and honestly express care, affection, responsibility, respect, commitment, and trust.
— bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions
We learn that all life is scarce yet abundant. Profane yet sacred. Loving yet hateful. Enlightened yet obscured. Isolated yet collective. That life is somehow derived from love.
— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
God holds us. We are protected by His grip in such a precious way that the good and the bad must pass through His fingers to us. No harm, fear, or pain can reach us without His allowance, and yet, it is a loving grip. A loving allowance we cannot understand until time has frayed our pride and tempered our heartbreak. And even then, our only answer may be to trust His love more than our understanding.
— Pepper D. Basham, The Thorn Keeper
Both the giving and receiving of love is encoded within our deepest physiology and is all-important. This must not be taken for granted. Its expressions in our life – or lack and denial thereof – contribute substantially to our ultimate personal success, satisfaction, and quality of life.
— Connie Kerbs, Paths of Fear: An Anthology of Overcoming Through Courage, Inspiration, and the Miracle of Love
Start by loving, instead of needing.
— Paolo Bacigalupi, The Water Knife
The more you care, the more you fear.
— Wayne Gerard Trotman
I love you. I know what a body suffers, but I cannot forget my lessons.
— Anuradha Bhattacharyya, One Word
Be loving and kind all the time.
— Heather Wolf
I do not understand when a person is more concerned with the appearance of their house than the state of their home.
— Gillian Duce
He would be a better person, he knows. He would be a more loving person.
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
I like to make you worry. It lets me know you care
— Anonymous
The Law of Unconditional Loving is a tough taskmaster. Once we taste the fruits of unconditional loving, we cannot go backward, we cannot become "unaware" ever again.
— Greg Anderson, The 22 Non-Negotiable Laws of Wellness: Take Your Health into Your Own Hands to Feel, Think, and Live Better Than You Ev
A worthy life means showing up when showing up is the only thing to do. Goodness bears itself out in millions of ordinary ways across the globe, for the rich and poor, the famous and unknown, in enormous measures and tiny, holy moments. It may involve a career and it may not. It may include traditional components and it may not.
— Jen Hatmaker
In the minds of angelswe find comfortin the eye's of a smilewe find peace..
— The Sum Of Me
Loving money is more of a problem for those who do not have it.
— Sunday Adelaja
I've alway found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian
The greatest crime ever created is caring and loving.
— Unarine Ramaru
Be wary of a self-professed "nice guy". Anyone who is always going around saying they are "just trying to be nice" are most often, anything but nice. -If you're truly kind and loving, you don't have to "try". It comes naturally.
— Miya Yamanouchi, Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women
The eyes witness what is carved on the surface, but the hearts are witness to something much deeper.
— Dixie Waters
I am in love with you, and I am not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
This person was so much more special and wonderful inside than he knew. He had always belonged in the light with me, no matter how lost in the dark he felt.
— A.J. Leigh, Karnage
Happiness is the gap between loving and longing.
— Debasish Mridha
...[P]erhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return---that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.
— Dodie Smith
Because of love, of course. The more you love something, the harder it is to lose.
— Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead
Blessed with the love of a good man, I felt equal to anything
— Lea R. Caguinguin
Love spills out of these people. That's what I want. Settling for anything less is a lie.
— Katherine Reay, Dear Mr. Knightley
But it’d be nice to have someone who cared about me, someone I could talk toabout anything, someone who’d tell me I was really special.
— Margaret Peterson Haddix, Don't You Dare Read This, Mrs. Dunphrey
And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care...
— Sanhita Baruah
you'll never get tired of loving when you enjoy the feeling of being in love..
— Jinnul Jr.
I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.
— Sue Monk Kidd, The Invention of Wings
Love finds you, not the other way around, and you can’t run from it.
— Dianna Hardy, The Spell of Summer
She smiled into his mouth. “That was … wow.”“It's always wow. You're wow. I'll never get enough of you, Lydia. Not after ten years in dreams; not after forever in real life.
— Dianna Hardy, Heart Of The Wolf
The days were sunny, the nights were star-studded. Indeed married life was strawberries for breakfast and loving all the time.
— Marabel Morgan
There is much love in loving than being loved.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Love me with open arms and I will love you with Open HEART
— Josh Nyash Esir
The act of loving is an act of self-evolution even when the purpose of the act is someone else's growth.
— M. Scott Peck, The Road Less Traveled: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values, and Spiritual Growth
And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Mother Earth, one of my absolute favorite places......where the sounds, the energy, the beauty and the Life pounds into your every fiber of being, letting you Know that you are alive. I will always respect and honor this gift of creation that we call our home.
— Peace Gypsy, Souls Deep : From a Professional Dreamer
In a dazzling vote of confidence for form over substance, our culture fawns over the fleetingness of being “in love” while discounting the importance of loving. (206)
— Thomas Lewis, A General Theory of Love
I think it's very unhealthy to claim you love someone you don't know.
— Helen McCrory
Unfortunately, loving someone doesn't obligate them to love you back
— J. Matthew Nespoli
In love, all kinds of love, we wait. If I can't be your dawn, I will be your sunset!
— Rossana Condoleo
To commit to loving a person for five minutes is easy. To commit to loving a person for the rest of your life, after you have met them, is a strong commitment. But when you commit to loving a person before you meet them and for the rest of your life, you have made the strongest commitment one can make to a relationship.
— Tom Houck, Being Faithful To Your Future Spouse: Faithfulness Begins Before You Meet
The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.
— David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness
I feel like I should love them right away. But how do you do that? You can't make yourself love someone, can you?
— Ann Brashares, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
Love is not about liking, loving and caring, but appreciation, understanding and devotion.
— M.F. Moonzajer
We live in an era that sleeping with an individual is easier than loving.
— M.F. Moonzajer
I don’t know much about love, but I can assure you that is not the love what we are doing.
— M.F. Moonzajer
You are my home; it is in your loving gaze that I find the comfort, acceptance, and the sense of belonging.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
... the only thing that makes life worthwhile is loving orher people and being loved by them. - Pia Obrian
— Susan Mallery, Finding Perfect
If you don’t hurt others it doesn’t mean you love them but it simply reveals that you are loving.
— Na
Because she stepped into my world, I began to savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. I was positively in-love with her, because she was the greatest positive force in my life. People tried to tell me that I was not in-love with her, and that I only thought that I was. However, reality is almost always wrong, and no one sees the world the way that I do. No one sees her the way that I do. She is the one that puts flavor into my water, and makes an average walk in the park absolutely divine. In my world, in my reality, she is the one that I choose to be in-love with.
— Lionel Suggs
When we give our heartbreak to God, he fashions it into a softer and even more loving heart."~R. Alan Woods [2013]
— R. Alan Woods, The Journey Is the Destination: A Book of Quotes With Commentaries
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
— Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.
— Pema Chödrön
I'm not a sucker for happily ever afters, but if these two characters don't get theirs I might climb inside this e-reader and lock them both inside that damn garage forever.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Breckin, this is Holder. Holder is not my boyfriend, but if I catch him trying to break the record for best first kiss with another girl, then he'll soon be my not breathing non-boyfriend.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He's the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.
— Jess Rothenberg, The Catastrophic History of You and Me
The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
I'm crazy, Zed.' There, I'd admitted it.'Uh-huh. And I'm crazy too -about you.
— Joss Stirling, Finding Sky
Yeah, well, not many boys take their girls out on a duck shoot with them as target for a first date. You have to give me points for style.
— Joss Stirling, Finding Sky
I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.
— Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days
I saw a star, I reached for it. I missed, so I accepted the sky
— Scott Fortino
I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
If idiots could fly, the sky would be like an airport.
— Laura Davenport
So, Zed, isn’t this a killer outfit?”“Certainly a killer, baby.”“Good, because I’ve bought another five just like it.”“You horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I’m gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December.
— Joss Stirling, Stealing Phoenix
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
— Roberto Bolaño, 2666
What were we talking before I was so rudely interrupted by a flying citrus ?
— Joss Stirling, Finding Sky
You have half our gifts. I the other. Together we make a whole. Together we are much more powerful.
— Joss Stirling, Finding Sky
Wouldn't it be strange, she thought, to have a blue sky? But she liked the way it looked. It would be beautiful - a blue sky.
— Jeanne DuPrau, The City of Ember
I like this day
—  I like that sky of steel
Under a sky that hasn't been blue for weeks.
— Hillary Frank, I Can't Tell You
Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world
—  but here the earth was the floor of the sky.
Many religions have attempted to make statues of their gods very large, and the idea, I suppose, is to make us feel small. But if that's their purpose, they can keep their paltry icons. We need only look up if we wish to feel small.
— Carl Sagan, The Varieties of Scientific Experience: A Personal View of the Search for God
I loved the flowers that die, I loved the charm of the sky.
— Santosh Kalwar, I Am Dead Man Alive
The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.
— Markus Zusak, Fighting Ruben Wolfe
Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky
— George Byron Gordon
My mouth opened.It happened.Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.
— Markus Zusak, Underdog
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
We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.
— Sharon Kay Penman, Time and Chance
Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It's the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.
— Mia Kirshner, I Live Here
The sunrise was the colour of bad blood. It leaked out of the east and stained the dark sky red, marked the scraps of the cloud with stolen gold. Underneath it the road twisted up the mountainside towards the fortress of Fontezarmo - a cluster of sharp towers, ash-black again the wounded heavens. The sunrise was red, black and gold.The colours of their profession.
— Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;I 'most could touch it with my hand!And reaching up my hand to try,I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poetry
What I saw was just one eyeIn the dawn as I was going:A bird can carry all the skyIn that little button glowing.Never in my life I wentSo deep into the firmament.
— Harold Monro, Collected Poems
Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.
— Richard Adams, Watership Down
The sky was the yellow color of old cheese and the clouds flew across it, as if they had seen something horrifying in the desert wastes where they had so lately been.
— Stephen King
The sky of the color of ashes in the east and embers in the west.
— Stephen King, It
At the morning's PowerPoint It's full of unique bullet points
— Richard L.  Ratliff
Dot dash dotClouds in the skyMorris code
— Richard L.  Ratliff
Learn to use your third eye and you’ll be able to see beyond the sky. There is no limit, except that which you impose upon yourself.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
But you should see the sky tonight.Screw your astrology apps. Screw your games. Look up sometime. There is a whole wing of positive psychology--my therapist told me--that says the greatest way to affect your outlook on life is to consider what you already have more that what you don't have. And so I might not have a cell phone on me, or a sister at home, or a Dad at all, or a future, but holy shit I have the sky.
— Tim Federle, The Great American Whatever
But you said you love me. You don’t just leave after that.
— Ava Dellaira
But you should see the sky tonight.Screw your astrology apps. Screw your games. Look up sometime. There is a whole wing of positive psychology--my therapist told me--that says the greatest way to affect your outlook on life is to consider what you already have more than what you don't have. And so I might not have a cell phone on me, or a sister at home, or a Dad at all, or a future, but holy shit I have the sky.
— Tim Federle, The Great American Whatever
The colour of the sea and the skyAre both blue and yet distinctOne depends on the other And, the other is by love inked…
— Neelam Saxena Chandra
A sunflower field is like a sky with a thousand suns.
— Corina Abdulahm-Negura
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear sky and the sun on its way down.
— Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought, and no doubt if you are of a mystical tendency, consolation, and even explanation, shower down from the unbroken surface.
— Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
The sky inside my head never turns blue. It if forced to stay red. By the demon, who is yellow inside me.
— Akshay Vasu
They've said your name sounds like an astronaut, but you don't go ascend above the sky.Don't you know you are a fall from the shooting star?
— HonouriaBread
As the darkness deepened, the sky was streaked with veins of red, the last low beats of a dying sun. Against this scarlet canopy the hulk of the Rust Road's twin peaks stood tall, mountains of metal, unnaturally jagged. Their sharp pinnacles pierced the sky, and Jacob could not help but wonder if that explained the blood there.
— Dean F. Wilson, Worldwaker
We're fascinated by things we can't figure out, by the things that don't have a right or wrong answer. Even when we can't explain them, we need to make some sort of sense out of them - create lists, find connections, map it out. Maybe that's why, when we can't seem to figure out all sorts of other more commonplace mysteries (like why we all keep looking at the sky as if it might talk to us), we still need to try.We think maybe it's a lot like love, that need to make sense of the sky. We don't know why we need it, we can't explain it when it happens or when it doesn't, but we need it like we need air or food.So we keep looking for it.
— Kim Culbertson, Catch a Falling Star
...when she wakes up, there is silence, as though the day has held its breath.
— Nicole Dennis-Benn, Here Comes the Sun
The question is, what colour will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When walls creates skies for us, birds that fly higher reminds us that the sky is not the limit
— Goitsemang Mvula
And the skies: in one day the sky could travel from green at dawn to a noon-time blue so severe it was almost black to hot silver in the afternoon to roiling burgundy at sunset. Just before night it flowered in yawning, imperial violets. Wedges of mauve, cauldrons of peach - skies more like drugs than colors.
— Anthony Doerr, About Grace
But the sky...cumulonimbus clouds are stacked and banked to the stratosphere, and the lowering sun has bronzed and brassed and blushed them. these are clouds to make you long for wings. These are clouds that leave you not knowing what to believe. - - - Population 485 - Meeting your Neighbors One Siren at a Time
— Michael Perry
Then, like a shimmering disk too rich and clear to be described, the sun slipped over the horizon and lined everything with gold. It was like seeing the world being born, and we were the sole witnesses.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.
— Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
With all this snow, with the sun not there, with the cold and dreariness, this place doesn't look like my America, doesn't even look real. It's like we are in a terrible story, like we're in the crazy parts of the Bible, there where God is busy punishing people for their sins and is making them miserable with all the weather. The sky, for example, has stayed white all this time I have been here, which tells you that something is not right. Even the stones know that a sky is supposed to be blue, like our sky back home, which is blue, so blue you can spray Clorox on it and wipe it with a paper towel and it wouldn't even come off.
— NoViolet Bulawayo, We Need New Names
None of them knew the color of the sky.
— Stephen Crane, The Open Boat
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.
— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
I wiped my hands on my apron and went to the window. Outside, the prairie reached out and touched the places where the sky came down. Though the winter was nearly over, there were patches of snow and ice everywhere. I looked at the long dirt road that crawled across the plains, remembering the morning that Mama had died, cruel and sunny. They had come for her in a wagon and taken her away to be buried. And then the cousins and aunts and uncles had come and tried to fill up the house. But they couldn’t.
— Patricia MacLachlan
You never needed wings to fly,You only needed love.
— Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
The eastern sky was red as coals in a forge, lighting up the flats along the river. Dew had wet the million needles of the chaparral, and when the rim of the sun edged over the horizon the chaparral seemed to be spotted with diamonds. A bush in the little backyard was filled with the little rainbows as the sun touched the dew.
— Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
A skydiver, arrogant in his ability to navigate the heavens, rejects his fragile state and calls himself a God of the skies.
— Sarah Latchaw, Skygods
I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't.
— Maria Dahvana Headley, Magonia
The sky above us seems huge, vast. It’s clear and crisp and visibility is so good that, when I look up, I feel like I'm staring at an inverted, endless ocean. I'm sure the blue is the colour of water above sand and the tiny, wispy clouds look like waves breaking over distant swells. I envy the birds I see overhead, zipping joyfully from left to right and so far above the death and decay that pollute the lower levels. A day like this should be enjoyed completely. I should be able to forget what dwells in the towns around us, I should find it in myself to dismiss what happened at that crossing, I should.
— Jack Croxall, Wye
When the night arrives, I often look up at the bright sky only to close my eyes and see the light within. Everything above so is below.
— Nikhil Sharda, Sans Destination
The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under.
— Lemony Snicket, File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents
Study the sky but never love it,” Father had told Astraia and me a thousand times. “It is our prison and the symbol of our captor.
— Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty
Our hair points to the sky, the place we'd rather be....
— Daniel  Amos, Vox Humana
Blossom time, drunk together, banishing spring sorrow;drunk, we broke off flowering limbs, counters for our rounds of wine.Suddenly I remembered my old friend, gone to the edge of the sky:by my reckoning, today he must have reached Liang-chou.
— Bai Juyi, The Selected Poems of Po Chü-i
Don't search Dreams in the sky, they need strong footage on earth.
— Kishore Bansal
All of a sudden we were out of the lot and on the highway next to the mountains, flying. I put my hand out the window, and then I put my head out. I felt my hair blow behind me and the air rush into me, and I forgot for a moment to worry about how I was supposed to be. Because I was perfect right then. Everything was. And Sky was a perfect driver. Not scary. Just steady. And fast. I wanted the music to last forever.
— Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead
A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky. Pompadours of supper-time smoke billowed from chimneys, separating into girlish pigtails as the breeze combed them out, above the slate rooftops. Chestnut blossoms, weary from having been admired all day, wore faint smiles of anticipation.
— Tom Robbins
But it was too late. I was down the steps and out the door, where the warm night air almost felt like forgiveness.
— Simmone Howell, Girl Defective
When he touches me, the sky and the earth switch places.
— Autumn Doughton, This Sky
the horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
— Aimee Bender, The Color Master: Stories
Have an appreciating eye to enjoy the beauty of sky.
— Debasish Mridha
Once I really looked at the sky, I wanted to go on looking; it seemed to draw me towards it and make me listen hard, though there was nothing to listen to, not so much as a twig was stirring.
— Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle
I love white clouds and blue sky.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;like a man in a glass bottom boat.Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.
— Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I don't want a rainbow... Rainbows have too many colors and none of them receive the appreciation they deserve... I'd prefer a fading red or a striking golden, a shimmery silver or a sober blue... Ruling the sunset sky alone!
— Debalina Haldar
The sky is always beautiful. Even when it’s dark or rainy or cloudy, it’s still beautiful to look at. It’s my favorite thing because I know if I ever get lost or lonely or scared, I just have to look up and it’ll be there no matter what...and I know it’ll always be beautiful.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Breathe as long as the sky is alive
— Munia Khan
The skyscrapers of the city had finished scraping all the sky away, and the clouds overhead were exactly the color of concrete and I was safe and cold in a canyon of glass and steel.
— Michael Montoure, Slices
But with what wonder has the season come?Its treasure lies in earthen ships,that carry dreams across the foam.And how your memory of Sarah rapesthe fleshly heart that once bore scenes,now veiled in smoky stains of tears;it cries as on its crutches leans,and ever fills itself with fears.Be born anew to taste the skyLay waste cocoon and upwind fly.
— Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
If you always look at the sky, you miss the good things on the ground; if you always look at the ground, you miss the good things in the sky!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
I look up in the sky, what do I see? Well blue.
— Omer Abazi
Tracy had never been so conscious of the sky above the earth, the dangerous clouds that gathered there, the way humans lived beneath such grandeur and threat every moment of their lives.
— Paul Russell, The Coming Storm
Zed : Penguins, such fascinating creatures, but I didn’t know you were studying them. What class is that you’re taking?Sky: The ‘we-stupid-looking-creature-should-stick-together’ class.
— Joss Stirling, Finding Sky
You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen fall from the sky today.
— Shaun Hick, The Ghost And Its Shadow
It was grey windless weather, and the bell of the little old church that nestled in the hollow of the Sussex down sounded near and domestic. We were a straggling procession in the mild damp air - which, as always at that season, gave one the feeling that after the trees were bare there was more of it, a larger sky...("Sir Edmund Orme")
— Henry James
She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.
— George R.R. Martin
I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.
— Kristen Iversen, Full Body Burden: Growing Up in the Nuclear Shadow of Rocky Flats
Whereever you go we will share the same sky
— Y.Odabaşı
We were at sixty thousand feet. You’re thirty percent lighter upthere.
— Dan Brown, Angels & Demons
Bonnie saw ropes hanging loose, poles falling away, tree-tops sinking beneath her. As they rose, the sun rose with them. Its warmth turned the dark skin of the fiery balloon midnight blue. They flew straight up. Above them, the sweet, clear music of the lonely pipe called to them. Then the smooth sky puckered into cloth-of-blue and drew aside. They passed straight through...
— Pauline Fisk, Midnight Blue
He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
— Richard Siken
There were days so clear and skies so brilliant blue, with white clouds scudding across them like ships under full sail, and she felt she could lift right off the ground. One moment she was ambling down a path, and the next thing she knew, the wind would take hold of her, like a hand pushing against her back. Her feet would start running without her even willing it, even knowing it. And she would run faster and faster across the prairie, until her heart jumped like a rabbit and her breath came in deep gasps and her feet barely skimmed the ground.It felt good to spend herself this way. The air tasted fresh and delicious; it smelled like damp earth, grass, and flowers. And her body felt strong, supple, and hungry for more of everything life could serve up.She ran and felt like one of the animals, as though her feet were growing up out of the earth. And she knew what they knew, that sometimes you ran just because you could, because of the way the rush of air felt on your face and how your legs reached out, eating up longer and longer patches of ground.She ran until the blood pounded in her ears, so loud that she couldn't hear the voices that said, You're not good enough, You're not old enough, You're not beautiful or smart or loveable, and you will always be alone.She ran because there were ghosts chasing her, shadows that pursued her, heartaches she was leaving behind. She was running for her life, and those phantoms couldn't catch her, not here, not anywhere. She would outrun fear and sadness and worry and shame and all those losses that had lined up against her like a column of soldiers with their guns shouldered and ready to fire. If she had to, she would outrun death itself.She would keep on running until she dropped, exhausted. Then she would roll over onto her back and breathe in the endless sky above her, sun glinting off her face.To be an animal, to have a body like this that could taste, see hear, and fly through space, to lie down and smell the earth and feel the heat of the sun on your face was enough for her. She did not need anything else but this: just to be alive, cool air caressing her skin, dreaming of Ivy and what might be ahead.
— Pamela Todd, The Blind Faith Hotel