Quotes About Stars

The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached.

lights twinkled in little casements; which lights, as the casements darkened, and more stars came out, seemed to have shot up into the sky instead of having been extinguished

And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.

Gradualmente desertó el auditorio y parpadearon algunas luces en las casuchas, luces que, en vez de apagarse, no parecía sino que habían huido al cielo para convertirse en estrellas.

The night was dark by this time as it would be until morning; what light we had, seemed to come more from the river than the sky, as the oars in their dipping struck at a few reflected stars.

But, Mr. Grewgious seeing nothing there, not even a light in the windows, his gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet- or seem likely to, in this state of existence - and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered.

When you consider all the stars I have managed, mere submarines make me smile.

Your path is illuminated by the light Yet darkness lets the stars shine bright.

Now is the flickering flame of a single candle Forever—the endless light of a galaxy of stars.

Love will outwatch the stars, and light the skies When the last star falls, and the silent dark devours; God's warrior, he will watch the allotted hours...

My mother held the ladder for me to climb to the stars.

Midnight: The Pole of the hours; a pincushion on which sparkle all the seconds of a day.

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these preachers of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

A poem is a carefully gathered bucket of stars.

Poetry staggers, drunken but wise, amongst the stars. Philosophy plots its own steady course to the sun.

Poetry staggers amongst stars, drunk on the night.

Ein Wort Ein Wort, ein Satz -: aus Chiffren steigen erkanntes Leben, jäher Sinn, die Sonne steht, die Sphären schweigen, und alles ballt sich zu ihm hin. Ein Wort - ein Glanz, ein Flug, ein Feuer, ein Flammenwurf, ein Sternenstrich - und wieder Dunkel, ungeheuer, im leeren Raum um Welt und Ich.

Ma stood by the window as the stars began to poke holes in the deep, blue velvet sky.

Welcome to the truth of our world-a massive seed shot out to the stars, filled with deadly children. A seed designed to slay everything it touches.

From horizon to horizon the sky was filled with stars to within a few degrees of a fresh sliver of moon, a tiny thing lost in the yawn of night.

As for the stars, they were never ours to lose; the truth is, we've lost nothing but the illusion of their proximity.

Death comes to call, you cannot hold water in your hands for long, it leaks away, goes where it's meant to go. To the soil, to the sky. To ions then space, where stars are born." ?Ikrit

Letter 84 An elephant with his trunk raised is a ladder to the stars. A breaching whale is a ladder to the bottom of the sea. My photographs are a ladder to my dreams. These letters are ladders to you.

The stars are dead, but their memories fill the sky