That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.

But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.

As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that you're pure within and will find happiness once more.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness,
has found its sky in your eyes.
They are the cradle of the morning,
they are the kingdom of the stars.
My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky,
in its lonely immensity.
Let me but cleave its clouds
and spread wings in its sunshine.

once you have tasted the taste of sky, you will forever look up

"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
"She's drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
"Moderately," Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too," she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc — it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear."

Mientras puedas mirar al cielo sin temor, sabrás que eres puro por dentro y que, pase lo que pase, volverás a ser feliz.

Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it's worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.

The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars.

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

...when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too will end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.

Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

Si tu aimes une fleur qui se trouve dans une étoile, c'est doux, la nuit, de regarder le ciel.

Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes...