Quotes About Stars

I'm 5 9, and there were two stars in my life who didn't mind that I was taller than they - George Raft and John Garfield.

Last night, the stars on the water were trap doors. The crows with their charred wings are complaining to a hawk. It's time to pack up the sunsets the dawns and move on.

I imagined a dark world where the stars clamor to be inside us. Whatever we invent becomes the history we have to live. In truth, it takes only a handful of history's shadows to commandeer our dreams It takes a famine of the heart to empty the streets of our words. It takes an imaginary terror to rid ourselves of imagination.

stars that turn slowly off each dawn so that we begin to see how many things can go on living without us, — Richard Jackson, from "Triptych," Broken Horizons: Poems (Press 53, 2018)

If you ask me do I love you, I have to tell you that I have never loved you, not even now, not tomorrow. In this way, I can begin to love you again and again because there is no past. This is the way the moon unbutton the stars as it passes overhead. The way even the most distant galaxies continue to tug on us. This is the way I love you.

I imagined a dark world where the stars clamor to be inside us. Whatever we invent becomes the history we have to live. In truth, it takes only a handful of history's shadows to commandeer our dreams It takes a famine of the heart to empty the streets of our words. It takes an imaginary terror to rid ourselves of imagination. from "Involuntary Beginnings

You are both stars, don't forget. When the stars exploded billions of years ago, they formed everything that is this world. The moon, the trees, everything we know is stardust. So don't forget. You are stardust. - ROSE PEDDLER

It was bitterly cold, and the darkness was overwhelming. Everyone who lived through that night was amazed by the intense clarity of the sky overhead and the brightness of the stars. They found themselves in a land without power, television, telephones, a place suddenly plucked up and folded into a pocket of time, disconnected from the twenty-first century.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven

I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

The waters of the dead, a clear road, every lover in the form of stars, the road blocked.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave the world. I was still in it, barely, and as I looked up from the ashes, everything around me seemed so sweet and so beautiful. The trees. The stars. The moon. I was alive -- and I was glad I was.

You'll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her, you will swear your loyalty to me.

He felt like his whole life was balancing on a razor's edge, and the easy thing, the thing he wanted most, was to jump off with her. But no matter how much he tried to ignore it, no matter how much he wanted to forget, the memory of those words spoken in that fateful dream came back to haunt him, as they so always did: You'll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her, you will swear your loyalty to me.

a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter's night. A star that guides you home.

Hush, now. Assay the terrain: all around us dark and the perimeter in flames, but the stars— tiny, missionary stars— on high, serene, studding the inky brow of heaven.

You seemed so far away, Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings, Matilda said. It was wonderful.

Sometimes, on a very clear night,' the BFG said, 'and if I is swiggling my ears in the right direction' – and here he swivelled his great ears upwards so they were facing the ceiling – 'if I is swiggling them like this and the night is very clear, I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.' A queer little shiver passed through Sophie's body. She sat very quiet, waiting for more.

I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.' A

Je leek zo heel ver weg,' fluisterde juffrouw Engel diep onder de indruk. 'O, dat was ik ook. Ik vloog langs de sterren met zilveren vleugels,' zei Matilda. 'Het was fantastisch.

Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.

Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.