Quotes About Stars

It is a mystic maxim that the lower in the scale of evolution a being is placed, the more certainly it responds to the planetary rays, and conversely the higher we ascend in the scale of attainment, the more the man conquers and rules his stars, freeing himself from the leading strings of the Divine Hierarchies.

Bobby Heenan did what every announcer should strive to do and that is to make talent bigger stars than they are and to embellish every talent's TV persona.

Stars can never replace strong character actors in roles that demand histrionics.

I dreamt of being an astronomer; I had a series of 'How and Why' books on the planets and the stars. At that stage, there were only 14 galaxies; now there are multiverses, dark matter, the nano-microscopic world of the interior of atomic structure.

If stars behave in an erratic fashion, it's called 'colorful,' as opposed to, 'Well, maybe there's a problem there.'

We've had enough of the generals and movie stars. We want to hear about the ordinary people.

I loved all awards shows growing up, but of course, the Oscars was the biggest one.

We have a lot of great stars and so many different things, some of the other countries don't have that. So when they get somebody, they support them to the death. America, I kind of think we take it for granted sometimes.

Every artist can make art only from the materials at hand, and many of the child stars who try to mature into artists can make art only from their knowledge - and ours - that they were child stars.

Going to the Oscars is always the most sensory overload and a huge amount of fun.

I'd never thought much about the moon before I got this job. But I love it here. I can spend hours just looking out at the stars and the rocks. It makes me feel very peaceful.

You cannot look up at the night sky on the Planet Earth and not wonder what it's like to be up there amongst the stars. And I always look up at the moon and see it as the single most romantic place within the cosmos.

I loved you, and so I took these tides of men Into my hands and wrote my will Upon the sky in stars . . . " "Lawrence of Arabia,

Stars, hard bits of diamond light.

I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight A sly grin and a bowl full of stars

I began to walk. Not back to my room, but out, instead, out into Dream London. The stars were so heavy that the purple sky bulged in the middle, sagging down to pierce itself on the city spires.

She stared up at the stars and smiled.

Let the weight of the stars lay on our chests

All the other stars keep to their courses, and go along just like trains on their rails, but comets can go absolutely anywhere; they pop up here and there wherever you least expect them." "Like me," said Snufkin, laughing. "They must be sky-tramps!" Moomintroll looked disapprovingly at him. "It's nothing to laugh at," he said. "It would be a terrible thing if a comet hit the earth.

some like to imagine a cosmic mother watching through a spray of stars, mouthing 'yes, yes' as we toddle towards the light, biting her lip of we teeter at some ledge. longing to sweep us to her breast, she hopes for the best.

It fluttered Nicholas's collar and made his eyes water, blurring the stars. And then the sensation of tears seemed to trigger a sort of emotional reflex, for the next thing he knew, Nicholas was truly crying, which surprised him.

We are in a world that has forgotten how interconnected we are with each other; how reliant we are on her mother, Gaia, for everything we need to exist, and that we are, in fact, made of the same materials as the stars. We can become as the Gods, but only if we remember that we are already divine beings.

But I will confess that I began as an astronomer—a liking for bright flashes, vast distances, unreachable things, a hand stretched always toward the furthest limit— and that my longing for you has not taken me very far from that original desire to inscribe a comet's orbit around the walls of our city, to gently stroke the surface of the stars.

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across waves... Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars, Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon Spreading in my old garden.... All light, All ten thousand miles at once in its light!