The Stars Quotes
In that moment, it felt like we were the entire world. Just me and those gorgeous stars.
There are many ways to say I love you in this cold, dark, silent universe, as many as the twinkling stars.
Do you ever look up at the stars and try to contemplate the ends of the universe?
Many nights I watch the sun set. Many nights I watch the moon. They fascinate me. They’re the only things I get to share with everyone: the stars, the moon, the universe.
I would use the same word to describe both my joy and the rain: torrential. This—this—this is all I ever wanted from the world: wide-open spaces and cooling rain and the chance to run.
Living in a galaxy is like living in a neighborhood where the house down the street might have burned down four thousand years ago but you wouldn't know it for another three thousand years.
All a man can see while looking at the sky are cosmic fossils of thousands and millions of years ago. The only thing an astrologer can predict, is the past.
Thus are many identities, over time, shown to be temporary alignments of components involved in a deeper allegiance.
You are the one star I wish upon nightly, praying your glory will fall from the heavens and land in my undeserving arms.
A star-spangled sky and you were looking the other way, the night beckoned and waited and you waited for the day.
I try to think of metaphors that suit him best, but he was made of the sea and the stars and the sun, and one wouldn’t do him justice.
You see those stars, which shines at night when the sky darkens it shines for you when your heart is blackened
We could have touched the stars. Instead, you brought them to us. We didn't have to seek the heavens when we had you here with us now.
That wouldn't be a bad way to die...giving off light for millions of years after you're gone.
Winter is the time for stories, staying fast by the glow of fire. And outside, in the darkness, the stars are brighter than you can possibly imagine.
Why is it when we were kids we looked up at the stars... But now they seem to be looking down on us...?
THE WISDOM OF THE SPHERESHow instructiveis a star!It can teach usfrom afarjust how smalleach other are.
As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night’s velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag, of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.
i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.
let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.
I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.
I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?
i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.
Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.
...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
Small wonder how pitiably we love our home, cling in her skirts at night, rejoice in her wide star-seducing smile, when every star strikes us sick with the fright: do we really exist at all?
To what end, he wondered, had the Divine created the stars in heaven to fill a man with feelings of inspiration one day and insignificance the next?
The stars, he said, were actually souls, all the souls that were too restless to be locked up in heaven. They were so restless that God let them stay outside at night to play.
Mindfulness gives us the power to understand our deep connection with the trees, flowers, stars, sun and the moon.
As he read, I feel in love the way you fall asleep: slow, and then all at once.
I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.
I rock in his arms under the stars and the blanket of night air, unwilling or unable to tear myself away.
You be the sun, I'll be the moon, let's share the stars and dance in the sky.
His face spreads into a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars – are you gettin’ all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?” He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.
A man once believed he could fly—and he did. Another believed he could walk on the moon—and he did. Why not believe your wildest dreams can come true? Why not see the stars as reachable?
Sometimes while gazing at the night's sky, I imagine stars looking down making wishes on the brightest of us.
Of course I want the moon. And were you to offer it, I'd propose as a trade the stars in my eyes.
No misery compares to staring at a clear night's sky with arms stretched toward a coveted star, wishing on what is forever out of reach.