Quotes About Celestial

To the celestial Rose, who drew me into her lovely orbit. With love and gratitude, Theo.

La mia operazione è stata il più delle volte una sottrazione di peso; ho cercato di togliere peso ora alle figure umane, ora ai corpi celesti, ora alle città; soprattutto ho cercato di togliere peso alla struttura del racconto e al linguaggio.

the planet, as with a person of difficult character. (Unless the difficulty of character is all on Mr. Palomar's side: he tries in vain to escape subjectivity by taking refuge among the celestial bodies.)

Just take a look around. The whole universe is…let's say it's in a transitional phase…" And they pointed to the sky, where the constellations have become unrecognizable, here clotted, there rarefied, the celestial map in upheaval, stars exploding one after the other, while more stars emit a final flicker and die.

It can be said that we are all "star dust," the product of heavy element generation within previous generations of stars.

The star of oil and vinegar and the oil and vinegar of the stars.

Of all things visible, the highest is the heaven of the fixed stars.

As Paul Hawken keenly observed, Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course.… We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.1

There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth, Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impractical; she was an unbearable detail Of the supreme celestial map, Of which I had been taught that there was No such thing.

Shooting stars are not stars at all. They're just rocks that eneter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on, when we see one, is just a trail of debris.

The orbit of every planet is an ellipse with the sun at one of the two foci.

Then said Good-Will, Alas, poor Pliable! Is the celestial glory of so little value to him that he considers it unworthy of his hazarding a few difficulties to obtain it? Christian

the corporate system that animates all the forces who would block the progress of a true pilgrim bound for the Celestial City. Vanity Fair is the City of Destruction, the world, dressed in its best party dress. It is the place where the most seductive attractions of the world take center stage in an attempt to steal our gaze, cool our resolve, and shake our confidence, which is to be in the God who is the maker and builder of the yet unseen city. 6.

You can be sure that one or both of you must seal his testimony with blood. So be faithful unto death, and the King will give you a crown of life. The one who dies there, although his death will be unnatural and perhaps very painful, will be better off than his companion, not only because he will arrive at the Celestial City sooner, but also because he will escape many of the miseries that the other will meet with on the rest of his journey. So

Come in, come in; Eternal glory thou shalt win.

He didnt give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

The stars are dead, but their memories fill the sky

Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.

For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.

Lyra, Cassiopeia the queen, whiplash Scorpius with the twin stings in his tail, all the friendly childhood patterns that had twinkled me to sleep from the glow-in-the-dark planetarium stars on my bedroom ceiling back in New York. Now, transfigured - cold and glorious like deities with their disguises flung off - it was as if they'd flown through the roof and into the sky to assume their true, celestial homes.

There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels. -Thomas Carlyle

We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go-- Rank after Rank, with even feet-- And uniforms of Snow. -Emily Dickinson

In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular. -George Bernard Shaw