Quotes About Stars

look up and see the sky turn from deep blue to velvet black. One by one, more stars came out. Two by two, the eyes of weasel-wolves began to shine in the dark woods. "Okay," said Wilbur. "Now that is creepy." "Qwerrrkkk . . ." said Hyacinth, which was Quail for "I don't like this! This is bad!" Then she yawned.

She felt she had been created by the demands of others, by their insatiable appetite for something beyond ordinary life. They craved a world without death and they had spotted her, in their hunger, like wolves alert to any poor sheep that might stray from the fold and stand gazing ignorantly up at the stars.

Van Gogh: "I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow And I'm trying to please to the calling Of your heartstrings that play soft and low...

Looking up and out, how can we not respect this ever-vigilant cognizance that distinguishes us: the capability to envision, to dream, and to invent? the ability to ponder ourselves? and be aware of our existence on the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars? Cognizance is our crest.

a white formless bundle moves over the clear heaven constantly with all its strength it rocks side to side tied crosswise with green string and so prepares its step constantly struggling it falls on to uncaring soil of heaven and so marks time above it one star keeps silence below it another star silence to its right an old sun philosopjizes to its left a young moon prattles why doesnt it jut calm down for once the good natured thunder from the clear heaven will certainly unite it

Napolje iz moga zazidanog beskraja Iz zvezdanog kola oko moga srca Iz moga zalogaja sunca Napolje iz smešnog mora moje krvi Iz moje plime iz moje oseke Napolje iz mog ?utanja na suvom Napolje rekao sam napolje

Just like the falling rainbow Just like the stars in the sky Life should never feel small.

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand? Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light. There you go . . . That was easy!

SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember.

At the Docks' altitude, gravity was still about three-quarters of a gee. Air fountains hung a breathable atmosphere over the middle part of the platform. The day before, she had taken a sailboat across the clear-bottomed sea. That was a strange experience indeed: planetary clouds below your keel, stars and indigo sky above.

You are the calling of lovers, the signals that silently appeal to one another in the dark. Sky with rubbed out stars, you give yourself, like a warm field, to these noiseless wings.

L'univers et l'homme sont faits d'étoiles

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

You cannot appreciate the beauty of the sky at night without these five shining lights.

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

I do not wonder at a snowflake, a shell, a summer landscape, or the glory of the stars; but at the necessity of beauty under which the universe lies.

Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?

the stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

They gave me eyes. All of you are beautiful; you shine like stars. But I must go away with them.

The night is my best friend. It calms the storm in my soul and it lets the guiding stars rise.

For years Melody had been making the same wish on every birthday candle, eyelash, wishbone, and shooting star that came her way, and now it had finally come true.

The film business is absurd. Stars don't last very long. It's much more interesting to be a proper actor.

If you stop building stars, which we never do, you wouldn't be in business.