Quotes About Stars

I bet we look great from above, lit by stars, in love.

Finally, as the stars began to prick the lavender sky in the east

The sun, enormous and blood-red, began to sink into the sea. Its dying rays lit the ash-covered mountains and cove, so that the whole landscape seemed to be bathed in blood. The sky above it was livid purple, the colour of an angry bruise. There would be no stars that night

cry. He knew that the light from stars was light that was dead already, that what you were seeing was the past, not your present, and certainly not your future.

The whole starry sky seemed to be moving in the same direction he was, like a shimmering flock of birds migrating south through the night.

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains.—Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,-'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.

He thought about himself, and the whole Earth, Of Man the wonderful, and of the Stars, And how the deuce they ever could have birth; And then he thought of Earthquakes, and of Wars, How many miles the Moon might have in girth, Of Air-balloons, and of the many bars To perfect Knowledge of the boundless Skies; And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day

A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring, love, and dogs.

Oft in the tranquil hour of night, When stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, And wish that thou wert by.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate,Look we for any kinship with the stars.Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold,And the great price we pay for it full worth;We have it only when we are half earth.

Well, we all start thinking we're going to be Romantic rock stars, but then reality hits and you realize no one reads you but other poets.

We look up at the same stars and see such different things.

Why would the stars want to look down on such as me?

Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.

Torches just blind you. On a clear night like this, the moon and the stars are enough.

And the stars in the night were the eyes of his wolves, and the wind itself was their song.

Her dreams were full of sundering rivers and windswept plains and towering mountains with their shoulders in the clouds, of green islands verdant in the sun, of strange beasts no man had tamed and queer fruits no man had tasted, of golden cities shining underneath strange stars.

It was a clear cold night and the stars shone down upon the mountains as bright and merciless as truth.

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright.

The Dothraki believed the stars were horses made of fire, a great herd that galloped across the sky by night.

Miramos las mismas estrellas y vemos cosas tan distintas. Jon Nieve

Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness.