Quotes About Stars

Where do you go when you're lonely?Where do you go when you're blue?Where do you go when you're lonely?I'll follow youWhen the stars go blue.

...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...

...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...

...I can't grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...

...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...

I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating. She shrugs and nods after I say something about forms of anxiety. It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there... is... no... key.

A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating.

Based on the composition of the sun—the quantities of various heavy elements it now contains, determined by spectroscopic measurements—solar physicists believe the sun is a grandchild of the universe's first stars, a third-generation arrival.

The very existence of galaxies, stars, planets, and life itself derives from microscopic quantum uncertainty amplified by inflationary expansion.

Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.

Like a soft cloak of dark velvet, buttoned and studded with stars, the last night of spring lay soft over the ancient sandstone Abbey of Redwall.

We are the Siqqusim! We have stood by, waiting to take possession, and now you are ours. Yidde-oni! Engastrimathos du aba paren tares. We are Ob and Ab and Api and Apu. Our number is greater than the stars! We are more than infinity!

And if you should be there and you see this beautiful cactus blossom painted silver by the moon and laughing up at the stars, this, Peekay, is heaven.

I stare up the stars, intensely aware of his body a few inches from mine. If this isn't romance, I don't know what is.

Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

When we look up at night and view the stars, everything we see is shinning because of distant nuclear fusion.

A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars - billions upon billions of stars. Every star may be a sun to someone.

The vast distances that separate the stars are providential. Beings and worlds are quarantined from one another. The quarantine is lifted only for those with sufficient self-knowledge and judgment to have safely traveled from star to star.

If we long to believe that the stars rise and set for us, that we are the reason there is a Universe, does science do us a disservice in deflating our conceits?

The immense distances to the stars and the galaxies mean that we see everything in space in the past, some as they were before the Earth came to be. Telescopes are time machines.

There are as many atoms in one molecule of DNA as there are stars in a typical galaxy.

Every star may be a sun to someone.