Look up at the sky and be grateful for being a tiny little fragment of a beautiful blue planet.

Why are you sad?", they asked.I smiled and the clouds covered the sky, forecasting the weather of my heart.

It's ironic that stars are dead, yet still manage to light up the sky.

All she wanted was someone to know her heart the way sky does.

As long as we can see the same sky, breathe the same air, step on the same planet, then you and I are not impossible.

Women drivers are like stars in the sky. You can see them, but they can't see you.