Quotes About Stars

There's as many atoms in a single molecule of your DNA as there are stars in the typical galaxy. We are, each of us, a little universe.

I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they're small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.

The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.

The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air—a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.... the crescent moon hung white in the sky and the stars burned in the darkness above them.

As time passes in Heaven, the stars do not change places, not till the day when Zig changes the complete backdrop. I tell my students this is a metaphor for life; we go along thinking nothing will be different, till the day everything suddenly changes at once.

you stood in the revelation of so many stars you could not credit the wonder and felt smaller in body as your soul felt enormous.

silently gazing beneath the stars. And in that fall of light from heaven to earth perhaps all our stories were told, all actions of the living and dead explained, and all time past present and future there revealed.

It was where, when darkness fell, it fell absolutely, and when you went outside the wind sometimes drew apart the clouds and you stood in the revelation of so many stars you could not credit the wonder and felt smaller in body as your soul felt enormous.

Oh, we will know, won't we? The stars will explode in the sky Oh, but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die

Humming softly with the child asleep in his arms, Sardus Swift looked to the winking stars and saw the moon - a smirk on the face of heaven - as he made his way home.

Let's face it, the only reason rock'n'roll guys are viewed as heroes in the first place is that they usually come from a country that hasn't recently been defeated in any war, where the economy is bountiful and where generally you find that their parents have given them virtually everything on a plate. Just so they can go out and play pop stars.

Space echoes like an immense tomb, yet the stars still burn. Why does the sun take so long to die ?

Galaxies are not scarce. There are at least one hundred billion in the universe, with each containing roughly one hundred billion stars. That's 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 – or ten sextillion – stars altogether, perhaps many more. It's an unintelligible number, and then an awe-striking one – and then a horror story.

God is nowhere to be found, yet there is still so much light! Light that dazzles and maddens; crisp, ruthless light. Space echoes like an immense tomb, yet the stars still burn. Why does the sun take so long to die? Or the moon retain such fidelity to the Earth? Where is the new darkness? The greatest of all unknowings? Is death itself shy of us?

The soul secure in her existence smiles at the drawn dagger and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself grow dim with age and nature sink in years, but thou shall flourish in immortal youth, unhurt amid the war of elements, the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.

She withdrew to the shadows and began the long walk back under a twist of stars.

Nézd, ot messzi-messzi csillagok gyúltak ki: egy, kett?, három, négy, öt... Úgye, Isten angyalai nyitottak ki ragyogó házacskájuk ablakát az égen, s ?k néznek most ránk? Ugye, Levko?

Every single star has its separate light to shine.

I don't believe in astrology. The only stars I can blame for my failures are those that walk about the stage.

The sky is dense with light, so many stars crowded against one another, it looks like the night is too small for them. How will they get out? I imagine they will hold hands to become morning.

You of all people would know people who commit suicide... can't go to the paradise of the stars. Even if you did commit a horrible crime... you have to live! You can't just give up and die! You have to live and atone for your wrongs!

I am counted as one among stars. I am sworn to life. I am bound to death.

But even more heavenly than the flashing stars are those infinite eyes which the night opens within us, and which see further even than the palest of those innumerable hosts.

Content, our life advancing To a life that shall abide, Each flame its worth enhancing, The soul is glorified. The starry host shall sink then To bright and living wine, The golden draught we drink then, And stars ourselves shall shine. Love released, lives woundless, No separation more; While life swells free and boundless As a sea without a shore. One night of glad elation, One joy that cannot die, And the sun of all creation Is the face of the Most High.