Quotes About Stars

There is only eternity. That's our real body. The stars are our blanket. Time doesn't even exist, except in our own minds.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

The first time I'd ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I'd been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.

A thousand years ago five minutes wereEqual to forty ounces of fine sand.Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime andInfinite aftertime: above your headThey close like giant wings, and you are dead.

Everything that is good in the day is even better in the night.

we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

The Milky Way is nothing else but a mass of innumerable stars planted together in clusters.

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

Stars should not be seen alone. That's why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

Giuliani had christened it the Giordano Bruno, after a Florentine priest burned at the stake in 1600 for suggesting that the stars were like Sol, and might be orbited by other planets where life could exist.

the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own

All things are meltable, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars, and the shining, mysterious pond water itself.

When I woke the morning light was just slipping in front of the stars and I was covered with blossoms.

All things are meltable, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars and the shining mysterious pond water itself... May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream.

And then the stars stepped forth and help up their appointed fires- that hot, hard watchman of the night.

And we might, in our lives, have many thresholds, many houses to walk out from and view the stars, or to turn and go back to for warmth and company. But the real one–the actual house not of beams and nails but of existence itself–is all of earth, with no door, no address separate from oceans or stars, or from pleasure or wretchedness either, or hope, or weakness, or greed.

When I wake, and you are already wiping the stars away

And there was the passion which he invested in the poems. The metaphysical curiosity! The oracular tenderness with which he viewed the world - its roughness, its differences, the stars, the spider - nothing was outside the range of his interest.

STALLION BY STARLIGHT

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

Oh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.

the stars often disappeared in the light of the morning

and behind the stone the faint drifting of the stars that is not movement, but the heavens breathing. Still