A flower does not fulfill its destiny until it blooms, and a star does not fulfill its destiny until it shines.
Star light, Star brightFirst star I see tonight…I whispered your name to a star last nightSoftly, yet so boldI closed my eyes, and saw your faceI spoke those words untoldI wish I may, I wish I mightIt shouted from my soulHave this wish, I wish tonightThe wish I can't let go...
We will join our palms together, fingers intertwined in each other, and look at the stars in the night sky!
Be so warm that people mistake you for the sun, so bright that people mistake you for the stars, and so accommodating that people mistake you for the universe.
When night comes do not despair; rejoice instead and say to yourself, “At least now I can see the stars.
When you look up and don’t see the stars, the universe may have cleared the sky for you to replace them.
As we examine the stars, they often feel too far out of reach, yet we aren’t able to deny the sense of being touched by them in an intimate way beyond description. Do you feel as I do? That as you set your sight intently upon a star, it gazes right back at you in acknowledgement of recognition of you as well. To set our sights upon the stars is a feeling of being at home. It is a sense of belonging to something greater than us, yet a kindred sense of ourselves.
Spend your time with the people who talk about the stars because to whichever place you put your mind in, you will move to that place! Stars pull you to the stars; mud pulls you to the mud!
The world has enough light from the sun, but not from your mind; and the universe has enough light from the stars, but not from your soul.
The world surrenders to an enlightened mind.The stars surrender to a joyful heart. The universe surrenders to a loving soul.
It is not the fault of the stars that they shine brightly, but the fault of our eyes that they cannot handle light.
Star light, Star brightI wish upon the stars tonight…I whispered your name to a star last nightLoudly, and so boldI closed my eyes, and saw your faceI spoke those words untoldI wish I may, I wish I mightIt shouted from my soulHave this wish, I wish tonightThe wish that won’t let go
When the stars imploded billions of years ago, iron and silver, gold and carbon came raining down. And the iron from that stardust is in us today-in our mitochondria. Mothers pass on the stars and their iron to their children. Who knows, Jean, you and I might be made of the dust from one and the same star, and maybe we recognized each other by its light. We were searching for each other. We are star seekers.