Some things never changed, like the blue sky, the sun orb, the grass and oceans.
Shouldn't you be floating in the sky somewhere? she asked skeptically.
The weapons lining his body and tucked into pockets of his trench coat were items of comfort rather than necessity; his hands alone had ended the lives of more humans and Immortals than there were stars in the sky he stared into.
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.
When compelled to rise they would sometimes circle round and round and over the pond at a considerable height, from which they could easily see to other ponds and the river, like black motes in the sky; and, when I thought they had gone off thither long since, they would settle down by a slanting flight of a quarter of a mile on to a distant part which was left free; but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
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.
Dusty glanced up at the sky, where the clouds had gone from black to slate.
The sky began to dim, and she played with the magic, adrenaline speeding the power's flow through her.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
There is nothing more beautiful, I think, than the evanescent fleeting images and sentiments presented by a language one is just becoming familiar with--ideas that flit across the mental sky, shaped and tinted by capricious fancy.
How was it I did not see that lofty sky before?
Only looking up at the sky did Pierre cease to feel how sordid and humiliating were all mundane things compared with the heights to which his soul had just been raised.
The still air became more charged the closer they got to the center of the storm, the sky darker.
One source of energy was darker than a stormy sky while another was as bright as the sun.
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.
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.
She returned her gaze to the sky at the awkward silence that fell.
She saw his large frame against the night sky outside the small cave, human one moment, then decidedly not the next.
So insignificant at that moment seemed to him all the interests that engrossed Napoleon, so mean did his hero himself with his paltry vanity and joy in victory appear, compared to the lofty, equitable, and kindly sky which he had seen and understood, that he could not answer him.
"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.
At the entrance to the Arbat Square an immense expanse of dark starry sky presented itself to his eyes.
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.
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 evening sky that had been so clear was clouded with smoke, through which, high up, the sickle of the new moon shone strangely.
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.
It was growing light, the sky was clearing, only a single cloud lay in the east.
High up in the light sky hung the full moon.
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.
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.
He could see the clear starry sky between the dark roofs of two penthouses.
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.
The sky and the horizon were both the color of muddy water.
And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth.
Sometimes it looked as if the clouds were passing, and a clear black sky appeared.
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.
It had been raining since morning and had seemed as if at any moment it might cease and the sky clear, but after a short break it began raining harder than before.
Through the falling snow a purple-black and starry sky showed itself and the frost grew keener.