How strange it was, I thought, that when the tiny though thousandfold beauties of the Earth disappeared and the immeasurable beauty of outer space rose in the distant quiet splendor of light, man and the...

The stars are matter, we’re matter, but it doesn’t matter.

The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

for the first time in an age, he saw the beauty of the stars, rather than the darkness between them.

Standing there, peering around his room, Pete realized something that should have dawned on him years ago: Science really did suck. (Russell was right.) There just wasn’t any point to it. Sure, in its most...

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

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 me and the moral law within...

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Orion. There was no finer church, no finer choir, than the stars speaking in silence to the many consumptives silently condemned, a legion upon the dark rooftops. The wind came down from...

If I’m confused, or upset, or angry, if I can go out and look at the stars I’ll almost always get back a sense of proportion. It’s not that they make me feel insignificant; it’s...

To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them. Someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a...

Theres something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re close, like you could reach out...

All of it—for this. Leading us to a door we can’t open, a password we don’t have.

Smiling now, Michael Dawn sat on his rooftop, gazing at the stars above him, just like men had done for thousands of years. Out there lay secrets and mysteries that an eternity could never unravel,...

Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If...

Adolescence impelled her eyes to stay at an even keel, to deal with the ground before flickering to the heavens. Night became not dotted with fairy clouds of celestial brilliance, but simply the time when...

There have been bleak nights along my way, many of my own making, but life is all the brighter for them now. To the human eye, without the darkness there are no stars.

We all are individual and lonely, like stars which appear so close but millions of miles apart.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells,and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water…

She almost wished she smoked, so she could lie on the car’s hood, flick a lighter, and make up names for the constellations while nicotine burned her lungs.

Underground, the stars are legend.

It’s quite widespread in rock culture, that mythology of the shooting star.I’d rather be the North star. As bob (Dylan) says, you can navigate by it.

Stars are like animals in the wild. We may see the young but never the actual birth, which is a veiled and secret event.

Bette Davis lived long enough to hear the Kim Carnes song, ‘Bette Davis Eyes’. The lyrics to that song were not very interesting. But the fact of the song was the proof of an acknowledgement...

I love to think that animals and humans and plants and fishes and trees and stars and the moon are all connected.

My thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations

May your star point the best pathways for your life.

Because they’re infinite. They’re miracles, and anything is possible when you look out into the massive space that goes on and on.” Because I want that. I want to explore and see what’s out there...

Life is so complete that even when we are knocked on our backs, we have the best view of the stars.

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.

Negdje oko ponoći, ovdje usred germanske zime na rubu Alpa, opet gledam,Oriona, slijepog lovca, planinskog svemirca, Posejdonova sina, najljepšeg muškarca svih vremena, zavedenog od nezasitne Eje, zore, koju je mučila nepopustljiva požuda kao kazna zbog...

It looks like the whole city is made out of stars.

I found Bill in the sky. In the stars. Like on your ceiling.

Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i’d rather have Harley’s colors.

The stars up there at night are closer than you think.

He’d turned away from a life on basic to live in the stars, or if not the stars, at least the rocks that floated free in the night sky.

It was a lone tree burning on the desert. A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire. The solitary pilgrim drawn up before it had traveled far to be here and he knelt...

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.