Quotes About Starry

Love is a song, written in your heart.The moon is a poem in a starry night.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

1Let all that I am praise the LORD.     O LORD my God, how great you are!         You are robed with honor and majesty.        2You are dressed in a robe of light.     You stretch out the starry curtain of the heavens;

You live under the Sign of the Bear, who flounders through chaos in his starry blubber: poor fool, poor forked branch of applewood, you will feel all your bones break over the holy waters you will never drink.

They were achingly beautiful, these ghostly cities—New York, Rio, Shanghai, Paris—under their stains of stars, images as though from an epoch before electricity, but with the buildings of today. Whether they looked like the past, or the present, or the future, she couldn't decide.

She Walks in Beauty Like the Night Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies

Dusk came over the hill to me, Holding a red moon, And I danced with her, Feeling and following her starry steps, Till she turned and gave the moon To the swarthy night-- And slipped away without explaining.

The starry vault of heaven is in truth the open book of cosmic projection...

Two things fill my mind with ever-increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more intensely the reflection dwells on them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.

Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more seriously reflection concentrates upon them: the starry heaven above me and the moral law within me.

Two things fill the mind with ever-increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more intensely the mind of thought is drawn to them: the starry heavens above and the moral law within.

If knowledge isn't self-knowledge it isn't doing much, mate. Is the universe expanding? Is it contracting? Is it standing on one leg and singing 'When Father Painted the Parlour'? Leave me out. I can expand my universe without you. 'She walks into beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.

Sometimes, lying out on Aunt Ivy and Uncle Holt's back lawn, it'd felt as if I could stretch out my arms and my fingertips and rake them across the underside of the heavens and end up with a fistful of stars.

There comes a time in the life of a sailor when he no longer belongs ashore. It's then that he surrenders to the Pacific, where no land blocks the eye, where sky and ocean mirror each other until above and below have lost their meaning, and the Milky Way looks like the spume of a breaking wave and the globe itself rolls like a boat in the midst of the sinking and heaving surf of that starry sky, and even the sun is nothing but a tiny glowing dot of phosphorescence on the sea of the night.

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains.—Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.

The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.

If one evening you feel sad enough to cry, look up. Your tears will not fall and the starry night may bring joy to your soul.

A starry message was gently descending from space, infusing us all with a veritable firmware upgrade of our collective capacity to care.

Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.

Night watches calmly with her starry eyes All tremulous with love.

September drank in the starry sky with a longing and a tugging and a sigh. All the way up, to that enormous crescent in the black.

The fixed stars signify the angel in man. That is why man orients himself by them; and that is why women have no appreciation for the starry sky; because they have no sense of the angel in man.

The night sky is a miracle of infinitude.

Branches etched a network of veins across the starry night sky. My own veins were exposed and raw from my attraction to Ella—attraction, hell. More like obsession.