When we are unable to change an event that has already been written in the stars, we are always presented the opportunity to surrender to the heart and find a new pathway to peace. Understanding...

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch...

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via” – “There is no easy way from the earth to the stars

i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.

I’ve been disappointed by so many movie stars that I’ve seen, and they go out and they don’t do it up, you know. And they don’t – I just get so disappointed.

Timing is easy to predict through the movement of the stars as they give the propensity of pure potential.

Can a man change the stars?” “Yes William. If he believes enough, a man can do anything!

You think a lot of people get to be big stars and get a little crazy, but most of the ones I’ve ever met have always been surprisingly normal, and I’ve enjoyed that.

The rest of the girls out there are just shooting stars,” Simon whispered into my ear. “They’re on a crash course to nowhere. But you, my lady friend, you’re a black hole. You’ve sucked me...

She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.

I love you, Missy girl. Even if I can’t be with you, know that I’m here. So, that’s it. More than the stars, Taylor. More than the stars.

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.

Chris Paul is one of the brightest stars in the National Basketball Association, a must-see player with the New Orleans Hornets whose deft ball skills and eye-popping speed have attracted admirers all over the world.

Maybe ‘Okay’ will be our ‘always’…

You can’t say ‘Oh my stars.’ ‘Oh my stars’ is not a thing, and it makes no sense. The whole point of that saying is that you’re calling out to someone for help, and stars...

I love the stars.Because they can’t say anything.I love the stars.Because they do not judge anyone.

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

This is the place to see the stars – Hollywood Bowl.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,And pavement stars—as starts to thee appearSoon in the galaxy, that milky wayWhich mightly as a circling zone thou seestPowder’d wiht stars.

…loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside … but from there you can see the stars…

Maybe, but it’s code’s all it is.

Throughout the hours of the night, though there had been few to hear it, the whole sky had been loud with the singing of these constellations.

Bob says hello.

Friends are like the stars that glow in the sky… you don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there overhead, and even when it’s cloudy, snowy or stormy, even when the power goes...

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers...

How you ever gonna reach the starsIf you never get off the ground?

When its dark enough you can see the stars.

A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back...

I watched the stars and thought of other lives.

I wish Italy would stop being a crybaby. I wish he would kick his bad habit of wanting to eat pasta everywhere. I wish he would stop getting a stomachache every time he ate geleto....

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

He believed the stars were wishes, and that one day they would all come true.

We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lengthy battle with cancer. He died after a lengthy battle with human consciousness, a victim...

I slowly climbed the porch steps while wondering, what exactly did Elias know about my life in London; what precisely was wrong with his mind…And what was the heaviest item in my bag.

. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars

stars of love burn bright’till they’re ready to die the broken spend their lives staring at the sky

It’s lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they...

unfettered leewardings,” here at the end of the world.

In the City of Light, the stars are blind. Our constellations do not reside in the skies.

Rock stars should be able to tune their own guitars, apply their own eyeliner, and pick out their own leather pants.

I linger near Galileo’s telescopes, then round the corner and stand transfixed: I did not expect this- a dark, cool room full of globes of the night sky from the seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth centuries....

When you look at the stars.. your eyes are time machines

The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.

…you’ll still be beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy. Goodbye.

He carries stars in his pocketsbecause he knowsshe fears the dark.Whenever sadness pays her a visithe paints galaxieson the back of her hands.

We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can’t avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon...

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.

The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Rose had the sort of eyes that manage perfectly well with things close by, but entirely blur out things far away. Because of this even the brightest stars had only appeared as silvery smudges in...