Quotes About Stars

I am wholly willing to be here, Between the bright silent thousands of stars And the life of the grass pouring out of the ground. The hill has grown to me like a foot. Until I lift the Earth, I cannot move.

The Muslim does not feel dwarfed by the immensities of nature because he knows himself to be the viceregent of God standing upright in the midst of such immensities. We, though small in stature, see the stars; they do not see us. We hold them within our consciousness and measure them in accordance with our knowledge; they know us not. We master them in their courses. Immensity cannot know itself; only in human consciousness can such a concept exist.

My mother was a braid of black smoke. She bore me swaddled over the burning cities. The sky was a vast and windy place for a child to play. We met many others who were just like us. They were trying to put on their overcoats with arms made of smoke. The high heavens were full of little shrunken deaf ears instead of stars.

The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

Why was this bloody world created?" "As a sewer for the stars," a voice in front of him said. "Alternatively to know God and to glorify Him forever." " [...] The two answers are not, of course, necessarily alternative.

Liberty lends us her wings and Hope guides us by her star.

ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit pour les étoiles glacées au ciel glacé ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est l'heure où des ombres rentrent dans les murs, où d'autres ombres sortent dans la nuit ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est la fin de mille nuits et de mille cauchemars.

I would have raillery raise the fancy, and quicken the imagination: the fire of its wit should only enable us to trace its original, and shine as the stars do, but not burn. Yet, after all, I cannot greatly approve of raillery, or cease to think it dangerous; and, to pursue my comparisons, said she, with an enchanting smile, persons who possess the true talent of raillery are like comets; they are seldom seen, and are at once admired and feared.

If I could reach the stars I'd give 'em all to you Then you'd love me, love me Like you used to do

Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In

Look at all those stars. God has fireworks on display all the time, doesn't He?

Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally I'd see their beauty and solemnity so plainly that I'd realize in a piercing way that my mother was right. That someday I would be grateful and that in fact I was grateful now, that I felt something growing in me that was strong and real.

Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers

The dark night was the first book of poetry, and the constellations were the poems.

two burning stars collide and spark a fire of fate two blazing spirits meet—enkindling soul mates

Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night! Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars! Still, nodding night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!

A girl without freckles is like a night without stars.

When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

If stars were notes upon a musical sky the night what a song of beauty!

The stars are the street lights of eternity.

Stars look serene, but they are incredibly violent furnaces that occasionally erupt...

...the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates...

The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known... And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.

Imagine how many glorious winters and springs The stars from their celestial perches have seen.