Quotes About Starlit

A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, All mere complexities, The fury and the mire of human veins.

Soon the sky began to turn a starlit lavender. Many looked up and admired it, for it was often said that when you are no longer moved by the last stages of dusk in the Mexican desert, it is time to shake the hand of your Maker.

Along its raw dirt floor, puddles of afternoon rain reflected the starlit sky, like jagged slivers of mirror.

The tide of humanity drew Muire like the pulse of the ocean in her blood: the dark, starlit ocean that brought forth her kind.

Spinney chose to drop it. No one outside Vermont could be expected to understand a setting where starlit skies, complete silence, and empty downtown streets at four in the morning were the norm. Except maybe far out west. He'd heard that even a Vermonter could get lonely in Wyoming.

Her heart ached as she recognized Frogleap. She could only stare at him wordlessly and he purred, his starlit eyes filled with affection. "With this life, I give you devotion," he whispered. "Because you are devoted to your Clan." Then he touched her head and she felt water press around her, crushing her until she could barely breathe.

Talizar . . . at Wyrmroost. Batoosa . . . at . . . the . . . Starlit Shrine. Vez Radim . . . at Selona . . . in the former home . . . of the vampire.

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O heart, heart, so singularly Intransigent and corruptible, Here we lie entranced by the starlit water, And moments that should each last forever Slide unconsciously by us like water. — Kenneth Rexroth, from "Another Spring," One Hundred Poems from the Chinese . (New Directions January 17, 1971) Originally published 1956.

The bayou came out in her voice more than it ever had before, and it sounded like an invitation to spend the night floating down a lazy canal together under the starlit night.

He gazed into the darkness at the flickering shadows. Above the tops of the trees on the opposite side of the river, he could see endless stretches of starlit sky. He longed for home where the plains stretched forever, where the wind sighed through the river canyons, sweet with the smell of grass and mesquite. If only his friends hadn't come across a mute yellow-hair and ridden to tell him.

The room smelled of old cigarsmoke. He leaned and turned off the little brass lamp and sat in the dark. Through the front window he could see the starlit prairie falling away to the north. The black crosses of the old telegraph poles yoked across the constellations passing east to west.

I feel so...tiny." Eva took in the entire starlit expanse. "So...insignificant." "Tiny-perhaps." Rovender kept his eyes fixed on the rings. "Insignificant-never, Eva Nine. No living thing is insignificant.