By Albert Camus
I think I’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies.
The stars can only shine so brightly at night because you are asleep. When morning comes, you are the brightest star in my sky. Good morning my love.
Good morning, my love! The sky is cloudy, and I woke up next to you. This is the beginning of a perfect day.
Every morning, the sun says – “Wake up like me”, the sky says – “Aim high like me”, the wind says – “Freshen everybody like me”, and I say Good Morning.
Getting up in the morning is exciting because you are a part of my life. You are the light of my life and the sun in my sky.
The sun is up, the skies are blue, good morning my love I’ll be thinking about you.
This is a new day, and I want you to rise up with a new belief that you can touch the sky, and nothing can stop you. Have a great morning and enjoy the rest of the day.
I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs, and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.
Don’t ask her to be a rock for you to lean upon instead, build her wings and point her to the sky and she will teach you both to fly.
Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand for victory will be ours.
As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?
Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.
There are billions of stars in the sky yet your smile shines the brightest.
Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.
Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.
I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.