Quotes About Stars

The dead appear to us in dreams, said Julian, because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star…

The shock of first seeing a birch tree at night, rising up in the dark as cool and slim as a ghost. And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.

And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky—so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime. And

Hail, O Dyonisius! Hail! Winged Son of Semelé! Hail, O Hail! The stars are pale. Hidden the moonlight in the vale; Hidden the sunlight in the sea. - Orpheus.

La nuit froide est un frisson sur sa peau, la nuit brille dans l'obsidienne de ses yeux, la nuit fourmille de lumières, d'étoiles, de feux rouges, de noms au néon magnifique et étrangers, de noms dangereux, de noms qui rugissent du fond de la vie»

May the living stars preserve us from those so certain of their own virtue.

We look up at the stars and they are not there. We see the memory of when they were, once upon a time. And that too is more than enough.

The light was leaving in the west it was blue The children's laughter sang and skipping just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across the way its getting late It was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to papas translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Free your heart. Travel like the moon among the stars. —BUDDHA

He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.

Science is an investigation into reality, how atoms interact and biological systems develop and stars give heat. Myth is also an investigation into reality, but into a reality of a different type: It informs us of the deepest desires and fears of the subconscious mind. The place where we really live.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline

The dark tides of the shadow. The children of the shadow. No. They've come. From beyond the stars, the dark tides of shadow have come to engulf us again." - Jack KcKinney

I saw your name in lights last night. It's the middle of the night, and I can't sleep, thinking all my trumpeting thoughts, and I get out of bed, open the curtains, and look into the night full of stars, and you know what I saw? Your name. Like the stars joined up and spelled the word for me. Like a sign.

Every dandelion blown, each 'Star light, star bright The first star I see tonight'. My wish is always the same. Every fallen eyelash and first firefly of the summer The dream remains

Vendríamos de la mano, a media calle, solos, y no diríamos nada. Que lo diga la noche. Que digan que te quiero las estrellas, los rumores lejanos, la distancia.

He wanted to tell them of the stars. Of the lovers in their hellish graves.

Medals hang from his neck in a glittering array, like jewelry, like starts that will now go out because their sun no longer burns.

Questions lead to further questions, and inquiry breeds insight. Gathering expertise brings both confidence and consolation. E. O. Wilson wrote: "You start by loving a subject. Birds, probability theory, stars, differential equations, storm fronts, sign language, swallowtail butterflies....The subject will be your lodestar and give sanctuary in the shifting mental universe.

Even time breaks down within this calculus of interbeing. We stand in a spiral—rather than a strictly linear—continuity with our ancestors and the ancient cosmos. We still see the light of the stars that died long ago and that now form our living bodies; so, too, do our actions reach into the future of all life and death. It matters what we bring forth with the matter of our bodies. We create, as cosmos-formed creatures, within creation.

Dr. Ashley King, planetary scientist and stardust expert (an enviable job description), states: "It is totally 100 percent true: nearly all the elements in the human body were made in a star and many have come through several supernovas." Oxygen + carbon + hydrogen + nitrogen + calcium + phosphorous + potassium + sulfur + sodium + chlorine + magnesium = star-human. The stuff of the cosmos is woven into our bone branches and wanders in our blood rivers.

Ah! se a gente pudesse se organizar com o equilíbrio das estrelas tão exatas nas suas constelações. Mas parece que a graça está na meia-luz. Na ambiguidade. E até as estrelas, pobrezinhas, equilibradas mas tremendo tanto na solidão.

So I keep bringing these — / Just as Night keeps fetching stars