The moon is full, the sky full of stars.
Jule lifted his head to the night sky and closed his eyes.
The flutter of a black trench coat blended with the dark sky as Gabriel twisted them in midair, so he'd hit back first, with her protected in his arms.
Some things never changed, like the blue sky, the sun orb, the grass and oceans.
The sky was dark, the stars plentiful and bright.
Verdant forests stretched to the steely sky, a swath of green, brown, and grey.
As soon as the sun appeared in a clear strip of sky beneath the clouds, the wind fell, as if it dared not spoil the beauty of the summer morning after the storm; drops still continued to fall, but vertically now, and all was still.
It was nighttime on this side of the world, and the sky was clear.
The next eruption, and the one after it, gave insufficient light to help, but then a multiple display hung in the sky like a full moon, giving time for his eyes to search left and right.
A rope fell out of the sky, striking Dean on the shoulder.
The sky began to dim, and she played with the magic, adrenaline speeding the power's flow through her.
Shouldn't you be floating in the sky somewhere? she asked skeptically.
How was it I did not see that lofty sky before?
At the entrance to the Arbat Square an immense expanse of dark starry sky presented itself to his eyes.
One source of energy was darker than a stormy sky while another was as bright as the sun.
The distant sky showed signs of growing lighter.
Dusty glanced up at the sky, where the clouds had gone from black to slate.
She rubbed her head and glared at him, watching as he followed his father in the direction where both sky and sea darkened into blackness.
He never expected to see the blue sky again or the trees around the fortress, let alone sip sweet tea and nibble on berry scones.
From the day when Pierre, after leaving the Rostovs' with Natasha's grateful look fresh in his mind, had gazed at the comet that seemed to be fixed in the sky and felt that something new was appearing on his own horizon--from that day the problem of the vanity and uselessness of all earthly things, that had incessantly tormented him, no longer presented itself.
The stars, as if knowing that no one was looking at them, began to disport themselves in the dark sky: now flaring up, now vanishing, now trembling, they were busy whispering something gladsome and mysterious to one another.
The still air became more charged the closer they got to the center of the storm, the sky darker.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
She returned her gaze to the sky at the awkward silence that fell.
The air was crisp and fresh, the night sky clear.
Each day fleecy clouds floated across the sky and occasionally veiled the sun, but toward evening the sky cleared again and the sun set in reddish-brown mist.
The demons had been able to enter her realm when the sky broke apart.
"She thinks the Lake of Souls cracked the same way the sky did," Cora said in excitement.
Blinded by sunlight and blue sky, she closed her eyes.
She saw his large frame against the night sky outside the small cave, human one moment, then decidedly not the next.
I may be either the driftwood in the stream, or Indra in the sky looking down on it.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
Sometimes it looked as if the clouds were passing, and a clear black sky appeared.
The frozen sea beneath her feet was the color of tar, the black clouds above paused mid-swirl around a pop of blue sky in the storm's center.
His body shook, and he flung his head back to the sky with a hoarse shout.
Skidding, half on his feet, half on his seat, he had negotiated a hundred yards further when a glowing flash brightened the sky to the north.
It was bedtime on her side of the world, but dawn was breaking the sky outside her windows.
She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the spring flowers sprinkling the forest floor.
The sky was given the status of something pure and clean, the earth sort of a dirty wasteland, and anything below water level or the ground considered Hellish.
It was a sign that her power was weakening, just like the cracking of the sky in the underworld's dome.
Only when the moon was halfway across the sky did he rouse himself.
His gaze went from the sky to her to the body at her feet.
She marveled at the soft crunch of gravel beneath her shoes.
"Is the hole in the sky sealed at least?" he asked, referring to the entry the demons had made into Death's underworld prior to his takeover.
The Atlanta night was muggy and dark; a thin layer of smog trapped the city's light and made the sky glow an eerie yellow-orange.
Half-drunk by the time Rhyn explained things to her the day before, she'd come away from that conversation more baffled than she'd been when she fell out of the sky onto the beach.
She forced herself to notice how dark the sky was, the rich scent of earth in the air, the tickle of the pine needles that brushed her skin.
They sat in silence throughout the afternoon, until the sun sank far enough out of the sky to perch on the ocean.
Dawn came slowly, followed by the brilliant blue sky of morning.
The sun crossed the sky, and an hour before it would set, he returned.
Gabriel crossed to the window and stared at where the dark ocean and night sky met in the distance.
It was near dusk, with the sky growing dark in the distance.
The sky had grown darker again and the wind made queer sobbing sounds as it swept over the valley.
But I've just had the bad luck to come out of the sky, skip the solid earth, and land lower down than I intended.
But during the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out.
"Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out," she replied.
She asks many questions about the sky, day and night, the ocean and mountains.
When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music echoed to the woods and the sky, and was an accompaniment to my labor which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop.
Or sometimes I watched a pair of hen-hawks circling high in the sky, alternately soaring and descending, approaching, and leaving one another, as if they were the embodiment of my own thoughts.
This was one of the great days; though the sky had from my clearing only the same everlastingly great look that it wears daily, and I saw no difference in it.
It is a vitreous greenish blue, as I remember it, like those patches of the winter sky seen through cloud vistas in the west before sundown.
There were stars in the sky and the new moon shone out amid the smoke that screened it.
It was growing light, the sky was clearing, only a single cloud lay in the east.
He could see the clear starry sky between the dark roofs of two penthouses.
High up in the light sky hung the full moon.
When the people saw me come from the sky they naturally thought me some superior creature, and bowed down before me.
One more effort and I reach the luminous cloud, the blue depths of the sky, the uplands of my desire.
When we are sleeping quietly in our beds, they are watching the beautiful sky through the telescope.
There is but one cloud in my sky at present; but that is one which casts a dark shadow over my life, and makes me very anxious at times.
She wanted to know if men were shooting in the sky when she felt the thunder, and if the trees and flowers drank all the rain.
Viewed from a hilltop it reflects the color of the sky; but near at hand it is of a yellowish tint next the shore where you can see the sand, then a light green, which gradually deepens to a uniform dark green in the body of the pond.
Such an eye was not born when the bird was, but is coeval with the sky it reflects.
Though the sky was by this time overcast, the pond was so smooth that I could see where he broke the surface when I did not hear him.
A blue-robed man, whose fittest roof is the overarching sky which reflects his serenity.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
The tenant of the air, it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag;--or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud, woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky, and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth?
Nicholas Rostov turned away and, as if searching for something, gazed into the distance, at the waters of the Danube, at the sky, and at the sun.
How beautiful the sky looked; how blue, how calm, and how deep!
Above him was a clear blue sky, and the sun's vast orb quivered like a huge hollow, crimson float on the surface of that milky sea of mist.
Above the heights was the dark clear sky, and to the right the vast orb of the sun.
This unpleasant impression merely flitted over the young and happy face of the Emperor like a cloud of haze across a clear sky and vanished.
Above him there was now nothing but the sky--the lofty sky, not clear yet still immeasurably lofty, with gray clouds gliding slowly across it.
Above him again was the same lofty sky with clouds that had risen and were floating still higher, and between them gleamed blue infinity.
On the fifteenth, when young Rostov, in his dressing gown, looked out of the window, he saw it was an unsurpassable morning for hunting: it was as if the sky were melting and sinking to the earth without any wind.
The light was so strong and the snow sparkled with so many stars that one did not wish to look up at the sky and the real stars were unnoticed.
To the right and high up in the sky was the sickle of the waning moon and opposite to it hung that bright comet which was connected in Pierre's heart with his love.
Gazing at the high starry sky, at the moon, at the comet, and at the glow from the fire, Pierre experienced a joyful emotion.
He had felt it for the first time when the shell spun like a top before him, and he looked at the fallow field, the bushes, and the sky, and knew that he was face to face with death.
Pierre glanced up at the sky and the twinkling stars in its faraway depths.
Sometimes the sky seemed to be rising high, high overhead, and then it seemed to sink so low that one could touch it with one's hand.
Down by the pond, frogs were singing their night songs and the sky was filled with bright stars.
The dark sky stretched far overhead, no sign of morning yet visible.
She might as well have been dropped out of the sky by a clumsy stork.
Thunder tumbled down the San Juan Mountains, heralding the arrival of pelting rain that turned the Jeep road into a surging stream and the sky to an ominous shade of raven black.
The sun was brilliant, the pinks and oranges – combined with the multiple shades of blue sky as it lightened – creating a vision beyond that of any dream.
Her eyes went to the sky instinctively.
Fluorescent lighting overhead morphed to an expansive blue sky and brilliant sunlight that made him squint.
He found a strange woman with pink hair and a blue face, sprawled on the beach, staring at the sky with a childlike fascination.
She faced the ocean, the moon dangling low and large in the sky before her.
It hadn't come from the sky but from one of the buildings across the street, diagonal to her.
Mortals who stand upon the earth and look up at the sky cannot often distinguish these forms, but our friends were now so near to the clouds that they observed the dainty fairies very clearly.
I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.
"Where is it, that lofty sky that I did not know till now, but saw today?" was his first thought.
He knew it was Napoleon--his hero--but at that moment Napoleon seemed to him such a small, insignificant creature compared with what was passing now between himself and that lofty infinite sky with the clouds flying over it.
He looked and recognizing in her both the old and the new Sonya, and being reminded by the smell of burnt cork of the sensation of her kiss, inhaled the frosty air with a full breast and, looking at the ground flying beneath him and at the sparkling sky, felt himself again in fairyland.
The sky and the horizon were both the color of muddy water.
And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth.
Through the falling snow a purple-black and starry sky showed itself and the frost grew keener.
Of course, she didn't leap cars with motorcycles or sky dive, but in retrospect, she had always been attracted to danger – at least to some degree.
Whatever we may say about the soul going to the sky... we know there is no sky but only an atmosphere.
It was frosty and the air was sharp, but toward evening the sky became overcast and it began to thaw.
Not only could he no longer think the thoughts that had first come to him as he lay gazing at the sky on the field of Austerlitz and had later enlarged upon with Pierre, and which had filled his solitude at Bogucharovo and then in Switzerland and Rome, but he even dreaded to recall them and the bright and boundless horizons they had revealed.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
His blue eyes were colder than the sky on a winter morning in Virginia.
The afternoon sun was high in the sky, baking the revelers in summer warmth as they clustered around the intersection of Sixth and Main Street, the site of the infamous water fight.
No one else would attempt to catch rays with the clouded sky and massive storm clouds in the distance!
Only the reflection of the white snow and grey sky provided light once she stepped outside.
World class vistas, trickling silver rivers of high snow melt-off, sky as blue as a queen's velvet robe, and the green and grey of forest and rock towering in every direction—all went unseen.
The room was dark, the floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the incredible views of the Eiffel Tower, whose frame was outlined by lights against the dark Parisian sky She was about to step onto the balcony when a knock at the door drew her attention.
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
Her gaze went to the sky again as she recalled the nightmare.
Why is the sky so blue?