Quotes About Stars

She saw that Matavai Bay had become, in the hushed and balmy night, as smooth as a mirror. The entire canopy of stars above her was reflected perfectly in the water, as though there were two heavens now: one above, one below. The silence and purity of this was formidable. The beach felt heavy with presences. Had Ambrose ever seen such a thing while he was here? Two heavens, in one night? Had he ever felt this dread and wonderment, this sense of both loneliness and presence?

He doesn't deserve to die," she said. Tears pricked at her eyes. "Does anyone? Whether he deserves it or not is neither here nor there; it's simply his fate. You can no more change that than you can change the course of the stars.

I do not want to work. I want to think about what it is they want to do to my brain and think about what it means. It means more than they say; everything they say means more than it says. Beyond the words is the tone; beyond the tone is the context; beyond the context is the unexplored territory of normal socialization, vast and dark as night, lit by the few pinpricks of similar experience, like stars.

moon dipped low over the dark outlines of the mountains, and the sable sky blazed with stars. There

but it's fun being alive, isn't it? I feel as if I'd only got to stretch up my hands to all those stars and catch as many of them as I want to.

At night the bottom of the valley looks like water, and the lamps in the little town lying along it like quivering reflections of the stars.

Scrap looked up at the pine-tree motionless among stars. Beauty made you love, and love made you beautiful.

I came away quite joyfully, and with many a loving thought of my own dear ragged garden, and all the corners in it where the anemones twinkle in the spring like stars, and where there is so much nature and so little art.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,And all thy heart lies open unto me.

The big stars I felt a kinship with were never the romantic leads. It wasn't Steve McQueen or Robert Redford - it was people like Walter Matthau and Anthony Quinn. My big hero was Tommy Cooper.

you look like the spirit of the island, with moss in your hair and wind in your eyes, and sun and stars mixed in your face.

He was never alone. A companionship of millions went with him, and he felt the Desert close, as stars are close to one another, or grains of sand.

Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter. ("The Wendigo")

The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.

The first whisper of stars is a faint thing a candle sound, too far away to read by...

God needs nothing, asks nothing, and demands nothing, like the stars. It is life with God which demands these things. . . . You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that the darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it." — ANNIE DILLARD1

She wondered if the stars could sense the vibrations of human joy and wonder, of grief and despair.

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

The "lamp of the poor" is hardly visible in urban southwestern Ontario, although there are many poor who move disjointedly beneath it. And the stars are seldom clearly seen above the pollution of prosperity.

I never knew there were this many stars." "I can't see them," he told me. "I just see you." "That's one of your cheesier lines," I told him. "It's the altitude," he told me. "I don't have enough oxygen in my brain." "I see.

Cammie: I never knew there were this many stars. Zach: I can't see them. I just see you.

It was a nearly starless sky. Black clouds hung heavy overhead, blocking out the moon.

Ahora sé cómo lucen las estrellas de verdad. Estoy harta de las imitaciones.

El cielo está a la vista durante buena parte del día, y, en la noche, las estrellas, con la cercanía familiar que las distingue en la zona ecuatorial, despiden esa aura protectora, vigilante, que nos llena de sosiego al darnos la certeza, fugaz, si se quiere, pero presente en el reparador trecho nocturno, de que las cosas siguen su curso con la fatal regularidad que sostiene a los hijos del tiempo, a las criaturas sumisas al destino, a nosotros los hombres.