Quotes About Stars

birds flew by, As lightly and as free, Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea. For every rippling, dancing wave, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

By the light of your stars, heal me.

There we used to sleep out in the open at night, almost crushed by the stars. You felt you could reach out and touch them: they were so big, so uncountable, crackling with light, only slivers of blackness separating one from another.

Platero acababa de beberse dos cubos de agua con estrellas en el pozo del corral, y volvía a la cuadra, lento y distraído entre los altos girasoles. Yo le aguardaba en la puerta, echado en el quicio de cal y envuelto en la tibia fragancia de los heliotropos

The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It was one of those sad moons that no one looks at or pays attention to. It had hung there a while, misshapen, not shedding any light, and then gone to hide behind the hills.

And above it all, the gentle, eternal stars.

She closed her eyes, and Daniel could practically see the memory washing over her face. 'It was such a lovely night,' she whispered. 'Midsummer, and so very clear. You could have counted the stars forever.

Bellator is indirectly creating the stars division - I'm 42 now - where stars fight each other.

I think early on in the league, my biggest problem was I tried to put out what I believe was an innocent fire because I felt it was a conflict with other stars.

He was not only instrumental in giving me the confidence I needed as an artist, but through the years he has given many other up-and- coming stars the confidence and true grit they have acquired by loving and listening to the music of Keith Whitley.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban nights are like the night there. I have looked down across the city from high windows. It is then that the great buildings lose reality and take on their magical powers. They are immaterial; that is to say, one sees but the lighted windows. Squares after squares of flame, set and cut into the Aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

Here we are! Shooting stars. Shooting stars? They burn. Fleeting glimpse. We become human as we fall.

David had once told me that there was no sky as totally black as the African sky, where the stars hung so low that one could almost reach out to pluck them from the heavens. [270]

A confused labyrinth of smoky stars entangles my hopes, which are nearly faded

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars, but my way is lost in the soul of the mist. Light lops my wings.

If lilies would grow backwards, if roses would grow backwards, if all those roots could see the stars & the dead not close their eyes, we would become like swans.

El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos. Tiembla junco y penumbra a la orilla del río. Se riza el aire gris. Los olivos, están cargados de gritos. Una bandada de pájaros cautivos, que mueven sus larguísimas colas en lo sombrío.

My silk heart's filled with lights, lost bells, lilies and bees, and I'll go far, further than these mountains, further than the seas, close to the stars and I'll say to Christ, Lord, give me back the child's soul I once had

There are dewdrops on the nightingale's wings, bright beads of moon distilled by hope. On the marble fountain is the kiss of water, dream of humble stars...

Los relojes llevan la misma cadencia, Y las noches tienen las mismas estrellas.)

Nos espera una larga locura de luceros que hay detrás de la muerte. ¡Corazón, no desmayes!

HOY siento en el corazón Un vago temblor de estrellas Pero mi senda se pierde. En alma de la niebla.