Stars are all time stuff.

I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I...

Man is a microcosm, or a little world, because he is an extract from all the stars and planets of the whole firmament, from the earth and the elements; and so he is their quintessence.

Love is only one fine star away.

shooting” showers of blazing dust and ice, we have always found beauty. And in this beauty, the overwhelming size of the universe has seemed less ominous, earth’s own beauty more incredible. If indeed the numbers...

So many stars who have shows are intimidated by having people around them be funnier than them. It’s always the unsuccessful ones. Look at Seinfeld – he’s great because he let everyone be hilarious.

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions...

It is a clusterfuck of stars.

Night doesn’t fall for my eyesBut my idea of the night is that it falls for my eyes.Beyond my thinking and having any thoughtsThe night falls concretelyAnd the shining of stars exists like it had...

Whether people need nature or not, it was clear that nature needed people. But perhaps nature needs us like a hostage needs her captors: nature needs us not to annihilate her, not to run her...

The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

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.

After your visits, I twisted my blinds shut every night. I locked out the stars and I never saw lightning again. Each night, I simply turned out the lights and went to bed.

The past and the future were starlight, seemingly so close, but forever out of reach. Eli felt that starlight, the infinity of knowing nothing but his finite existence.

Not just beautiful, though–the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.

If Jupiter was in the ascendant when you were born, you are of a jovial disposition; and if you’re not jovial but miserable and saturnine that’s a disaster, because a disaster is a dis-astro, or...

You are your shining star. Arise and shine your star.

Mens videt astra.(The soul sees the stars.)

What were all of them, really, but bits of something else? Bits of stars?

The velvet tapestry of the night curved from horizon to horizon, flecked with thousands of tiny stars. There seemed all the more of them, for as well as filling the sky, they shimmered in an...

He was cold and tired, but he ignored the cold. Around him stars shone. Some bright, some dim, the most constant things in life. Segundo smiled up at them, happy at least to be dying...

Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel’s every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot...

Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?

I’ve always thought John Travolta is one of the greatest movie stars Hollywood has ever produced.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver…overflowing with stars.

Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy...

They rarely discovered a star red as a distant crime or a star-fish.

My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens…they will all be your friends.”-the little prince

In a world turned upside-down, where everything was wrong, bizarre, you could at least look up at the sky and see normality. Stars that shone regardless of who won a civil war, or who should...

For what’s the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?

I had the most incredible time on ‘Dancing With the Stars.’ It never occurred to me when I took it on that I would physically not be able to do it because that’s not in...

There wouldn’t be a sky full of stars if we were all meant to wish on the same one.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.

Living threads more numerous than stars frame the universe of my mind.

Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges...

its like you said? i lead my people-“forth!” zifnab carried on enthusiastically! ” out of eygpt! out of bondage! across the desert! pillar of fire-“desert?” lenthan looked anxious again. “fire? i thought we were going...

It was a star,” Mrs. Whatsit said sadly. “A star giving up its life in battle with the Thing. It won, oh, yes, my children, it won. But it lost its life in the winning.

curling leaves and twining branches outside my bay window look like a Van Gogh in the starlight – there is a river out there somewhere

Have you ever stood under a star… and felt the earth move under your feet?” – The Judas Syndrome

World’s worst writer.” If you’re wondering why I rate all my work one star, it’s because the rating system doesn’t have a zero star option, or better yet, go into negative numbers.

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

You are the one star I wish upon nightly, praying your glory will fall from the heavens and land in my undeserving arms.

The stars were so simple when she was a kid, a smattering of glowing dust circling the Earth. She did not then know that each was a sun, most considerably more massive than the daylight...

But if a man be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent...

Love is a selfless service to mankind like a showcase done by the twinkling stars in beautiful nightly sky.

Da una parte il cielo era tutto schiarito, e vi brillavano certe stellucce umide, sperdute nella sua grandezza, come in una sconfinata parete di metallo, da dove, sulla terra, venisse a cadere qualche misero soffio...

perché brillate se tra poco vi spegnerete?

In our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.

I’m as old as the moon and the stars, and as young as the trees and the lakes. My style comes from looking at what came before me, and from visiting a lot of places.