Quotes About Stars

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

Don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars.

Don't cry when the sun is gone, because your tears won't let you see the stars.

Good speed to your youthful valor, boy! So shall you scale the stars!

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

The ignorant rely on Providence they look to the stars for help instead of relying on themselves. Some artificiality creeps in: the hero is always the hero, the villain almost always acts villainously; there are few intermediate shades.

All day the stars watch from long ago my mother said I am going now when you are alone you will be all right whether or not you know you will know look at the old house in the dawn rain all the flowers are forms of water the sun reminds them through a white cloud touches the patchwork spread on the hill the washed colors of the afterlife that lived there long before you were born see how they wake without a question even though the whole world is burning

If we could love and hate with as good heart as the faeries do, we might grow to be long-lived like them. But until that day their untiring joys and sorrows must ever be one-half of their fascination. Love with them never grows weary, nor can the circles of the stars tire out their dancing feet.

Dance till the stars come down from the rafters! Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop!

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast.

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That for all they care, I can go to hell.

Envìo tu alma a la Tribu de las Estrellas.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the starsIt is my emptiness among themWhile they drift farther away in the invisible morning.

For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.

We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die, And in the trembling blue-green of the sky A moon, worn as if it had been a shell Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell About the stars and broke in days and years. I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary-hearted as that hollow moon

How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

Aedh tells of the perfect Beauty" O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze And by the unlabouring brood of the skies: And therefore my heart will bow, when dew Is dropping sleep, until God burn time, Before the unlabouring stars and you.

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!

And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all disheveled wandering stars.

The stars are threshed, and the soub are threshed from their husks.' WILLIAM BLAKE

For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews Not to be born is the best for man The second best is a formal order The dance's pattern, dance while you can. Dance, dance, for the figure is easy The tune is catching and will not stop Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.