Colin Farrell Quotes

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

There are few things that have filled me with such breathless awe as flying in the black of night across oceans and continents and looking out my cockpit window upon the infinite glory of millions of stars.

The highs were high, the awe, I'm not a religious person, but I'll tell you, to be in the azure blue of the Gulf Stream as if, as you're breathing, you're looking down miles and miles and miles, to feel the majesty of this blue planet we live on, it's awe-inspiring.

The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what's happening up there.

But I feel truly wowed by the architecture and the meaning of the architecture if you get lost in it and think about the man hours in the smallest little chapel, and the love involved. God it's fantastic.

Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.

I've stood outside my house in Montana looking at the northern lights... crackling against the night sky. To me, that's magic.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

With wonder, admiration, and reverential awe, one may contemplate the vastness with which he finds himself here surrounded, the perfusion of nature's bounties, and sublimity of scenery, but to describe them, to picture them as they are, is beyond the scope of human capacity.

In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. Summer is more wooing and seductive, more versatile and human, appeals to the affections and the sentiments, and fosters inquiry and the art impulse.

I live near a beautiful park, and when I walk around it, the beauty of it can take your breath away. It makes you realize there is something bigger, certainly bigger than me.

I like to look at the skyline and the moon.

What a view, i said again. The river was blank and mindless with beauty. It was the most glorious thing I have ever seen. But it was not seeing, really. For once it was not just seeing. It was beholding. I beheld the river in its icy pit of brightness, in its far-below sound and indifference, in its large coil and tiny points and flashes of the moon, in its long sinuous form, in its uncomprehending consequence.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

Go out of the house to see the moon, and 't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey. The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who could ever clutch it? Go forth to find it, and it is gone: 't is only a mirage as you look from the windows of diligence.

See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.

Whenever I do get to look out, it is glorious. Even the stars have a special brightness.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

All my life, I have been in love with the sky. Even when everything was falling apart around me, the sky was always there for me.

It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.