Quotes About Stars

Tomorrow I'll suggest the liar lies against himself So our condition makes escape impossible? -- we breathe and it's moving air that causes stars to twinkle

We can now have action movies with two stars where one might be African American and one might be Asian American. One of them doesn't have to be white, and the other one doesn't have to be the ethnic sidekick. We're way over that. And I think it's happening in society, too.

I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.

Vet jeg hvor virkeligheten er? Er jeg rot eller er jeg krone? Er det ikke stjerner også der, av svakt lysende sten?

Sorg blekes ut og vender seg til stjernene men minnet om hester, kvinne føtter, barn strømmer fra deres ansikter over i gressets rike.

Still, I did not regret for a moment leaving the bright lights of Manhattan behind in favour of night skies so dark the stars seemed close enough to be street lights. In the recycled cabin air of the long flight back, I physically longed for Rwanda, its rich red earth, the smell of its wood fires and its vibrant humanity.

aušra vienu mostu nužerdavo Vandenyn? nuo galo iki galo, ir dangus staiga pasirodydavo visu šviesumu, o mano širdis vis dar plakdavo nakties ritmu, akys vis dar tik?davo tamsa. Juk esu senas žvaigždži? rijikas, ir lengviausiai pasitikiu naktim.

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine and wine. If breath of sun does belch its heat, we boil coffee and prepare to eat.

Ah, youth! It was a beautiful night... The moon was out of orbit. The stars were awry. But everything else was exactly as it should have been.

On a clear night, look up and count the stars and hold onto that number and know that I love you more. I will always love you.

The moonless sky was a rich wild blackness of stars.

The trees were having a last bedtime drink of the great waters that flowed along down there. Like him, before they went to sleep. Beneath that layer of water he sensed beings. They moved so slowly that humans were usually not aware of their existence. But he did feel their movements down in those regions. And yet deeper, far deeper, below those beings, there was the fire of creation, which had been buried at the center of the earth by stars.

The stars were impersonal. But they took human shapes and arranged themselves in orders that conveyed directions to the next life. There was no time where he was going. He'd always thought that inconceivable. For years now he'd understood that time was all at once, back and forth, upside down. As animals subject to the laws of earth, we think time is experience. But time is more a substance, like air, only of course not air. It is in fact a holy element.

It seemed to Thomas that the stars were drumming in the moonless deep.

And yet deeper, far deeper, below those beings, there was the fire of creation, which had been buried at the center of the earth by stars.

One of these days you'll burst. So be it! One of these days , when the movement inside catches up with the movement outside, when your thoughts scatter far and wide and rise up at last to play with the stars.

Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse." — "Supernatural Horror in Literature

Violence merely increases hate . . . adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Stars were caught in the tree branches. She wished she could keep stars in her pocket, just to give him every time she saw him.

Violence merely increases hate . . . adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' Dr. Martin Luther King

A quanti uomini, presi nel gorgo d'una passione, oppure oppressi, schiacciati dalla tristezza, dalla miseria, farebbe bene pensare che c'è, sopra il soffitto, il cielo, e che nel cielo ci sono le stelle. [...] Contemplandole, s'inabissa la nostra inferma piccolezza, sparisce nella vacuità degli spazii, e non può non sembrarci misera e vana ogni ragione di tormento. Ma bisognerebbe avere in sé, nel momento della passione, la possibilità di pensare alle stelle.

Here was a whole life Beth had missed, a hole where a life should have been. But then, he thought, the universe was made up of holes--was it so terrible to be swept into one? After all. The holes were the black between stars, between constellations. It was holes that were the fabric of the galaxy.

As estrelas são ainda menos lindas que os seus olhos, e afinal nem sei mesmo o que elas sejam; Deus, que as pôs tão alto, é porque não poderão ser vistas de perto, sem perder muito da formosura... Mas os seus olhos, não; estão aqui, ao pé de mim, grandes, luminosos, mais luminosos que o céu...

To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for someone to unfasten them. someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a constellation of musical scores