Quotes About Stars

For all the horror, the land was not without its magic... After a rain- or hailstorm had rumbled through, the sky was open and embracing, the breeze only a soft whisper against the songs of meadowlarks and cooing of doves... Robin's egg blue was the color of mornings without fear. At night, you could see the stars behind the stars. Infinity was never an abstraction on the High Plains.

It is gratifying to know that, whatever the course of events, you are helping others to do good. Many of us can afford to support some part of the vast network of charities that one of our former presidents called "a thousand points of light." Those points of light are best seen, like stars at dusk, against a darkening sky.

Every man has a name given by the stars given by his neighbors. —ZELDA MISHKOVSKY, 1974

Look at the stars," said Tim. "Don't you ever wonder what they're for?" The Night was an open book of constellations. "They're for the same as everything else, "said Sam. They're just for themselves." The stars silently agreed.

ghost44: It's only when it's dark out that we can see the stars shine.

I grew up in a family of filmmakers, so I always wanted to make films about animals, especially comical films. Something about animals amuses me. And they have a great mystery. It's the same mystique some people might feel looking at the stars or the ocean.

I'm not somebody who gets teared up or anything, but I still look up at the stars, and it gives me hope, and it gives me energy. I think one of the things that we have to think about it is, we are all a part of this universe.

'Dancing With the Stars' was fun, and it opened me up to dancing.

I am glad the world opened their eyes to female Japanese stars. I think people for so long paid attention to Mexico, Canada, Australia and England and never Japan.

I think that's one thing that teams need to build around their stars: spacing to allow them to operate.

But he never fell into the error of arresting his intellectual development by any formal acceptance of creed or system, or of mistaking, for a house in which to live, an inn that is but suitable for the sojourn of the night, or for a few hours of a night in which there are no stars and the moon is in travail.

Dünya'n?n hiçbir yerinde uluslar sevgiyle yönetilmezler ...y?ld?zlar, ÅŸimdi y?ld?zlar sevgiyle yönetiliyor.

Ah, the Wonderful World of Camping - may it rot in hell.

I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don't sometimes feel that the stars are God's daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.

The thought of being engaged to a girl who talked openly about fairies being born because stars blew their noses, or whatever it was, frankly appalled me.

I always feel that nothing is so soothing as a walk in a garden at night. Ha! The cool air. The scent of growing things. That is tobacco plant which you can smell, sir. Is it? The stars, sir. Stars? Yes, sir. What about them? I was merely directing your attention to them, sir. Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. Theres not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, sir, but in his motion like an angel sings, still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

Oh, love is a journey with water and stars, with drowning air and storms of flour: love is a clash of lightnings, two bodies subdued by one honey.

Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba, you have vines and stars in your hair

Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.

It's hard to tell if we close our eyes or if night opens in us other starred eyes, if it burrows into the wall of our dream till some other door opens. But the dream is only the flitting costume of one moment, is spent in one beat of the darkness, and falls at our feet, cast off as the day stirs and sails away with us. -from In the Tower