Sky Quotes

“Should I ask everyone the question that should not have been asked, or should I, turning up to the sky, be answering the question that’s not been asked?”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Deep in the dark, a moon is opening in the sky, and down on the earth, a rose is opening in my heart, for in the light of love, I melt like a candle and turn into a full bloom flower.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Sometimes, grief can ignite a compelling passion and that passion unfolds as a search for the transformative light, that will burn the insane agony, the way stars burn the dark, and all that remains is light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“To be a lover of the moon, to chase the sunsets and stare at stars, and yet to thirst for dawn to break, is to find the light of transformation.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Someday you will come back to find yourself, to sit in the space where wild winds blow and rivers flow, where raindrops fall in the quiet night and every wound will get tender. Someday, you will come back beneath the open skies to find laughter in your soul. Someday you will realize, though you've walked miles and miles in search of light, the only light that remains, is the light of soul.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“As you unfold in your longing, you carry yourself from a world of dark to a kingdom of light. Longing becomes your prayers answered. It is the fire in the cold winter night.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When you fall in love, stars explode in your soul.”
― Jayita Bhattcharjee

“Though she'd worked underground for half her life, she was a person who needed to see the sky, even briefly, every day. She wanted to feel the wind in her face and breathe in all the scents it carried.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, Flamecaster

“There was a time when, drowned I was, in the lore of love, but now I have turned into a lover myself, for drunken I am by the light of moon, the writing of God in the dark sky. For this is life, to wake up to light, when the flower of night blossoms in full.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Can you imagine a longing which is not for victory
but the face of night, where the moon is aching to light the sky?
What if a real thirst is not for the prize to be won,
but for the song of night,
when lovers whisper to one another's ears?
What if, it is a longing for a language
that the rivers speak to the sea?
What if, joy is not in the conquest
but in the quiet unfolding of a greater mystery?
What if, a desire is not for the pleasures,
but for knowing, how flowers give more of them,
emptying them of every scent,
only to be filled with the joy of giving?
What if, the only longing is to know
how waves come home to the shores,
and write the story of the sea?
How lovers rest in one another's eyes,
to melt in the gaze of eternity?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Where wildflowers bloom, so does a soul, opening through the sound of thunder, for this is the flower, fierce in opening amid the winds of the wild.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Tranquility gives clarity,
for in the still dark, we see the moon;
The stream of light in the unstirring night.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Despite the waves of sadness, one must go out there and have a love affair with life. For, to the mind that is playful, every moment becomes a moment of festival, a journey to taste the fruit of life. Were it otherwise, the dew would never fall on the grass to make us fresh, the sun would never explode to fill us with light, the dusk would never paint the sky to awaken the lover in us and the moon would never blush in the deep night to call the poet in us.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“To understand life is to understand the seasons, in the torment that tears you up and the ecstasy that sends you thrills. To gaze at the vastness, to absorb what lights the sky, and to fill the self with that well of light, to carve the art out of what comes and goes is to walk deeply through this life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Some things remain unseen, for they are meant to be felt only in silence, like the longing of the sea to kiss the light and make music at night, and all that was lost in the dust of living comes back to life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The pull of life is not in the treasures but in the moments when we wonder, what the moon could be whispering to the sky of dark.
The magic lies in the bird songs filling the sunset sky.
Wonders weave as the air gets thick with the scent of rain.
The wonder we chase is woven in the light of heart.
It then becomes a story written in the stars, shining in the eyes.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In the thirst, I hear soundless whispers, music of the wild winds.
As the valley of grief hums a song, and stones break into roses.
The frigid sadness burns through the layers of clouds,
And slowly I recognize, my soul of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Give me the book of memories that makes stars at night.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The music is in the trembling of a leaf, the murmuring of a trunk of how it holds itself into the roots, yet reaches the sky to utter its dreams.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The music is in the trembling of a leaf, the murmur of a trunk of how it holds itself into the roots, yet reaches the sky to utter its dreams.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I love you in a way where time forgets all boundaries, where love is not measured by memories that remain or tomorrow hanging on the thread. I love you in a way the quiet river sings, flowing from a longing too deep, for this feeling of mine is untouched by the seasons and storms, life may bring. I love you in a way these eyes love the faraway rose, opening on a branch, and blossoming to the world. I love you in a way, so you may set fire in this depth of mine when winter kills every dream. I love you in a way when your name sets me ablaze to write a poem in the pages of my heart. I love you in a way where these eyes of mine keep gazing at the moon on a love-laden night.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“On a solitary night like this, if you feel companionless, gaze at the stars, for that makes us lovers at heart.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There is no beauty without surrendering, simplicity, and humility, for beauty in the deepest sense knows how to flex. It is fluid like a river in flow, carrying the soul of water, not of thunder.”
― Jayita Bhattcharjee

“I am longing for you, for this moment, when daylight dissolves in the crimson blush of sky, when poetry comes to kiss our souls.
I am longing for you, for this moment when daylight melts in the kiss of night, when the sun softens a little in the thirsty gaze of moon.
I am longing for you, for this moment when the day pauses a little to give in to the inviting arms of night, so you and I can melt in the flames of longing.
I am longing for you, for this moment when daylight wonders, should it be bold like the garish gold, or should it soften as the moon, the pearl in the sea of dark.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Bewildered I am at the flowers opening, and birdsongs escaping into the sky, in wild freedom. A house of love, I sense all around, and the universe plays its music in me.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Sensing heaven in the ocean of clouds, you fill yourself with light. Lost in the vastness, you too become of the boundless sky and you realize, every moment becomes a prayer to God. Something alters you. Eternally, you become a prayerful soul.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“One who finds a home in the quiet of forest, senses gold in the dawn, finds poetry in the sunsets and a feast in the explosion of stars, becomes an eternal music maker.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Surrender or die?" Duskfur croaked. "Is that a choice?”
― Erin Hunter, Sky

“When torment tears me inside,
And I sense autumn as a melancholic rain,
There I wonder, what shall I do with the grief so dense?
So I say to this soul of mine,
This earth I love, will reveal new pathways.
And so I open as a flower in the scent of rain,
Make music out of memories that remain.
I climb to the peaks, kissing the sky,
Longing to speak of the strength they hold,
I rush to the rivers, melodious in flow,
And sense music in the ripples, when wild winds blow.
I search for the stars when the night spread over earth,
Unafraid of dark, looking up at the sky.
When morning laughs lazily over the meadows,
The daffodils I watch, spreading gold on the fields.
When time rolls by and sunset kisses the sky,
I fill my soul with the cup of crimson.
When night steals the earth, and darkness comes down,
The memories I weave, into the flowers of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Have you ever lost yourself
In the sunset that washes the sky
Of the day’s garish glory
And paints crimson
In the hour of blush?
Have you ever seen
A poise of the busy life,
where power and wealth lose their pride,
for a human is called by the rosy mystery!
Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky,
Gently, gently over the clouds of worry,
Into the westerly where colors splash,
Where poems just begin,
Where lovers get lost in the gaze.
Have you ever seen how sunset
Takes us to the other side of life,
Where despairs die and dreams are born,
For therein lies a lover’s glance,
In the sweetness and hunger
To taste a cup of crimson.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee