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Quotes About Stars

She gulped the air like water, the night sky the best meal she had ever had, the starts made succulent and ripe after her time below.
~ Colson Whitehead
The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.
~ Colum McCann
Sreo sam na ulici vrlo siromašnog, zaljubljenog mladi?a. Šešir mu star, kaput otrcan, ogrta? progledao na laktovima, cipele mu vodu propuštale – ali duša mu bijaše posuta zvijezdama.
~ Viktor Igo
the dewy night unrolls a heaven thickly jewelled with sparkling stars
~ Virgil
the dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.
~ Virgil
The sky and the lands, the watery plains, the moon's gleaming face, the Titanic Sun and the stars are all strengthened by Spirit working within them, and by Mind, which is blended into all the vast universe and pervades every part of it, enlivening the whole mass.
~ Virgil
Then answered her son, who turns the stars in the sky: 'What way art thou bending fate, Mother? What dost thou ask For these thy ships? May vessels built by the hands Of mortal men claim an immortal right? Is Aeneas to pass, sure of the outcome, through dangers When nothing is sure? To what god is such power allowed?
~ Virgil
Nascetur pulchra Troianus origine Caesar, imperium oceano, famam qui terminet astris,--- Iulius, a magno demissum nomen Iulo.
~ Virgil
sublimemque feres ad sidera caeli magnanimum Aenean vv. 258, libro I
~ Virgil
Lo scender ne l'Averno è cosa agevole ché notte e dì ne sta l'entrata aperta; ma tornar poscia a riveder le stelle, qui la fatica e qui l'opra consiste.
~ Virgil
There they were," she went on, "the stars. And he asked himself, my great-grandfather — that boy: 'What are they? Why are they? And who am I?' as one does, sitting alone, with no one to talk to, looking at the stars.
~ Virgina Woolf
Change was incessant, and change perhaps would never cease. High battlements of thought, habits that had seemed as durable as stone, went down like shadows at the touch of another mind and left a naked sky and fresh stars twinkling in it.
~ Virginia Woolf
She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. With stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets.
~ Virginia Woolf
Doesn't it make you melancholy—looking at the stars?
~ Virginia Woolf
It was a very very nice letter you wrote by the light of the stars at midnight. Always write then, for your heart requires moonlight to deliquesce it. And mine is fried in gaslight, as it is only nine o'clock and I must go to bed at eleven.
~ Virginia Woolf
The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear, she sighed, well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn't so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham.
~ Virginia Woolf
I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge. A thousand stars were flashing across the blue wastes of the sky.
~ Virginia Woolf
Feia vent, i de tant en tant les fulles deixaven a la vista una estrella, i semblava que les estrelles mateixes s'estremissin i projectessin la seva llum per mirar d'esquitllar-se per entre les vores de les fulles.
~ Virginia Woolf
She stood there: she listened. She heard the names of the stars.
~ Virginia Woolf
It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that's when you get shooting stars.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
A thousand years ago five minutes were Equal to forty ounces of fine sand. Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head They close like giant wings, and you are dead.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct, as if it emitted a faint radiance of its own.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
All three of them stood for a moment gazing at the stars. ''And all these are worlds,'' said Hagen. ''Or else,'' said Clements with a yawn, ''a frightful mess. I suspect it is really a fluorescent corpse, and we are inside it.
~ Vladimir Nabokov