Quotes About Stars

In our world,' said Eustace, 'a star is a huge ball of flaming gas.' 'Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is but only what a star is made of.'"1 Think for a moment about what a bizarre place the universe actually is, and how we moderns have tried to use our powers of imagination to tame it, instead of using our imaginations for the purpose that God gave them to us—to enable us to see it.

It's the most spiritually empowering thing I know, to look up at the night sky and see Orion rising as the autumn closes in at the last moment, and it's got me through some very hard times. When I had a couple of serious bouts of depression in my life the stars were a big factor in pulling me out. People used to say "What's your spirituality?", and I'd say I don't know, but I found out looking at the stars last night and that's what it was.

God has made man a cosmopolite. He created seas for ships to glide on, the wind to push them, and the stars to guide them even in darkest night.

During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom.

The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

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

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

Use the freest goods for happiness... The stars cost nothing. Nature costs nothing. Your inner life costs nothing. God costs nothing. And yet they are all infinitely precious.

In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.

Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life.

They say that even the brightest star won't shine forever. But in fact, the brightest star would live the shortest amount of time. Feel free to extract whatever life lesson you want from that.

True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkenss, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds, a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.

I sleep on a tar roof scream my songs into lazy floods of stars… a white powder paddles through blood and heart and the returns pure and easy… This city is on my side.

On nights like this, when there is anxiety about, there is a glut of lovemaking. Then the moon is our dance master. He has us move in unison. He has us trill and carol in each other's ears until the stars themselves have swollen and ripened to our cries. As ever here, we find our consolations sowing seed.

The next time you are faced with an insurmountable problem, I'd advise you to look into the heavens on a clear night.

As I squat to pee I look upward at the billions of stars and planets in the heavens and somehow my own insignificance no longer terrifies me as it once did, but comforts me, makes me feel a part, however tiny, of the whole complete and perfect universe. . . and when I die the wind will still blow and the stars still shine, for the place I occupy on earth is no more permanent than the water I now make, absorbed by the the sandy soil, dried instantly by the constant prairie wind . . .

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on an evening star? Somebody thought of it and someone believed it, and look what its done so far.

Dark summer grass. Lightning bugs in their slow flashing. The night above you was more in you than your breath, the stars always shifting in your chest. from "Night Sky

Love is infinite, Becca. Like the universe, the stars, the planets. It goes on and on forever. Every time it's different, but it can never be measured or compared.

To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them.