When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves — Jostien Gaarder
When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves — Jostien Gaarder
When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves — Jostien Gaarder
When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves — Jostien Gaarder
When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves — Jostien Gaarder
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When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves

— Jostien Gaarder
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...yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink. — Margaret Atwood
The night sky made her feel infinite before she knew the word. — Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter of — Cornell Woolrich
The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continue — Stephen King, Bag of Bones
She stood lost in eternity... watching the immense sky... — Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
You fail to see the endless sky when you have a tunnel vision — Subham Dwivedi
But until then, and right now, the sun is bright, the air is cool, my head is clear, there’s a whole day ahead of us, we — Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
I think about celestial junk. Like, maybe every planet in this solar system is discarded by giant hands. Each star a cru — Maria Dahvana Headley, Magonia
For so long I have lived on the edge of an invisible world. Sometimes I feel like the scattered debris left over after t — Steve Rasnic Tem, The Man on the Ceiling
Gamblers take blind risks. Entrepreneurs take risks while visually impaired and feel their way up and out. — Ryan Lilly
Colorless green ideas sleep furiouslythree old owls on a chest of drawerswere screwingthe daughter of the doctor.But the — Umberto Eco, How to Travel with a Salmon and Other Essays
Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted — Kate Atkinson, A God in Ruins