Ralph Waldo Emerson Sky Quotations

The Sky is the daily bread of the imagination

Teaching is the perpetual end and office of all things. Teaching, instruction is the main design that shines through the sky and earth.

Nothing can be colder than his head, when the lightnings of his imagination are playing in the sky.

The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.

O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched. Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth, The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life Are through thy friendship fair.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.

Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.

To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

In private places, among sordid objects, an act of truth or heroism seems at once to draw to itself the sky as its temple, the sun as its cradle. Nature stretches out her arms to embrace man, only let his thoughts be of equal greatness.

Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear.

Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.

Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.

it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower.

Have mountains, and waves, and skies, no significance but what we consciously give them, when we employ them as emblems of our thoughts?