Quotes About Stars

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art, As truth and beauty shall together thrive If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Or else of thee I prognosticate, Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

Ven, noche gentil, noche tierna y sombría, dame a mi Romeo y, cuando yo muera, córtalo en mil estrellas menudas: lucirá tan hermoso el firmamento que el mundo, enamorado de la noche, dejará de adorar al sol hiriente.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine

By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall carve of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be:

Cut him out in little stars.

The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason. King Lear: Because they are not eight? Fool: Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.

I was not born under a rhyming planet. . . .

Lo splendore del suo viso farebbe impallidire di vergogna quelle due stelle, come la luce del giorno fa impallidire la fiamma di un lume; e gli occhi suoi in cielo irradierebbero l'etere di un tale splendore che gli uccelli comincerebbero a cantare, credendo finita la notte.

E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle. And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars.

This, then, was what a glimpse of truth might be like; hard as stone, beautiful as stars, satisfying as bread.

A che serve qui chiedersi sotto quante stelle nasce l'uomo, e sotto quante dopo un attimo muore.

And how can we talk of order overall when the very placement of the stars leaves us doubting just what shines for whom?

A great palaver of events, unending factoids such as the croaking of frogs in the pond, mosquitoes swarming, a swarming of stars, a cloud enclosing me, obliterating me, drifting with me, the ceiling with the archipelago and the peninsulas, with dots and damp patches all the way to the boring whiteness of the window shade . .

Wir sind voller Begegnungen, Begegnungen ohne Dauer und ohne Abschied, wie die Sterne. Sie nähern sich, stehen Lichtsekunden nebeneinander entfernen sich wieder: ohne Spur, ohne Bindung, ohne Abschied.

I'd give my life just to lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight On a bed of California stars

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.

The stars shone with such fears, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!