Quotes About Stars

I am the fiery life of the essence of God; I am the flame above the beauty in the fields; I shine in the waters; I burn in the sun, the moon, and the stars. And with the airy wind, I quicken all things vitally by an unseen, all-sustaining life.

That's what mortal means," I say with a sigh that I don't have to fake. "We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.

We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.

Space is so dark that looking out at it confounds the brain. The more you stare at the vastness of it, at the hanging stars and the swirling galaxies, the more you start to notice how imprecise words like 'dark' and 'black' and 'endless' are. There are so many gradients of shadow, all of them terrifying to me. That's why I keep the lights on.

Will you tell me about the constellations?' I asked him. 'I thought you didn't like me,' he said. 'I can pretend,' I told him. 'For one night.

A stall selling cloaks in all the colours of the sky, from the first blush of dawn to deep as midnight and spangled with stars.

I can see the sea that encircles the island and beyond it, the bright lights of human cities and towns through the ever-present mist. I have never looked directly from our world in to theirs. Locke puts his hand against my back, between my shoulder blades. 'At night, the human world looks as though it's full of fallen stars.

her steed kicks up off the cliff and in to the air. Mine follows. The wild exhilaration of flying hits me, and I grin with familiar delight. Beneath us are the whitecapped waves and ahead the shimmering lights of mortal towns, like a mysterious land strewn with stars.

At night, the human world looks as though it's full of fallen stars.

An ombre ball gown, its colour deepening from white near my throat, through palest blue to deepest indigo at my feet. Over that is stitched the stark outlines of trees, the way I see them from my window as dusk is falling. The seamstress has even sewn on little crystal beads to represent stars. This is a dress I could never have imagined, one so perfect that for a moment, looking at it, I can think of nothing but its beauty.

I stare up, but whatever riddle is in the stars, I can't read it.

Como estrellas fugases. Hermosos, brillantes, pero efímeros.

Papery moths fly above our heads, circling up as though tragically drawn to the light of the stars.

Here it is night: I stay at the Summit Temple. Here I can touch the stars with my hand. I dare not speak aloud in the silence For fear of disturbing the dwellers of Heaven.

While you look at the stars tonight I want you to reflect on two koans. The first one is this: Out of nowhere the mind comes forth." Masha paused. "And the second: Show me your original face, the one you had before your parents were born.

While you are looking at the stars tonight, I want you to reflect on two koans. The first one is this: out of nowhere, the mind comes forth. And the second: show me your original face, the one you had before your parents were born.

On clear nights the stars pierce a million holes in the darkness.

The smoke of his breath drifts past my ear up toward the stars.

The attic of your beautiful throat is laced with owl and cobweb. Night sings north, the need of winter. Look up and know what will become of us is stars.

The stars which shone over Babylon and the stable in Bethlehem still shine as brightly over the Empire State Building and your front yard today....

My aging body transmits an ageless life stream. Molecular and atomic replacement change life's composition. Molecules take part in structure and in training, countless trillions of them. After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.

Which are more full of fate: The stars, or those sad eyes?

It was a whole world, his mouth, a whole unsuspected world, and kissing him occasioned the same sense of discovery as sliding a clear drop of plain tap water under a microscope and divining whole schools of fantastic fibrillose creatures, or pointing a telescope at a patch of sky pitch-dark to the naked eye and lo, it is spattered with stars.

The radical novelty of modern science lies precisely in the rejection of the belief, which is at the heart of all popular religion, that the forces which move the stars and atoms are contingent upon the preferences of the human heart.