Stars Quotes

I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon. I was off on a hunt with Papa and the uncles and I lay rolled in blankets Grandma had woven, lying off a piece from where the men hunkered around the fire as they passed a quart jar of cactus liquor in a silent circle. I watched that big Oregon prairie moon above me put all the stars around it to shame. I kept awake watching, to see if the moon ever got dimmer or the stars got brighter, till the dew commenced to drift onto my cheeks and I had to pull a blanket over my head.

~ Ken Kesey

Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

~ Ernest Hemingway

A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pitty in all the glittering multitude.

~ Charles Dickens

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.

~ James S.a. Corey

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls,But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.

~ William Shakespeare

Why is it people will complain, when they have an open door, where they can walk out to and gaze the stars; rather than having a closed door to lock them in?

~ Anthony Liccione

The postgrad at least knew enough to know that he would never know enough, lying under the stars which hung from the inky sky like bunches of inconceivably heavy, lustrous grapes, dusted with the yeast of eternity.

~ Will Self

Each of us is the real star. We all are so close but still so far i this sky called ground. We all shine, though the light the others see is the one that our actions left in the past.

~ Christos K

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

~ Christopher Marlowe

...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...

~ John Geddes

I was a person full of wishes but without a star.

~ Shannon A. Thompson

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.

~ Bono

You know what the best part of the stars is?What's that?They're the same no matter what sky you're standing under. I mean...yeah, they might move or look like they're in a different place, but they're the same stars.Yeah? So?So even if you're apart from someone you want to be with, you can look up at the stars and know they're looking at the same ones.

~ Megan Hart

I am a child of the Milky Way. The night is my mother. I am made of the dust of stars. Every atom in my body was forged in a star. When the universe exploded into being, already the bird longed for the wood and the fish for the pool. When the first galaxies fell into luminous clumps, already matter was struggling toward consciousness. The star clouds of Sagittarius are a burning bush. If there is a voice in Sagittarius, I’d be a fool not to listen. If God’s voice in the night is a scrawny cry, then I’ll prick up my ears. If night’s faint lights fail to knock me off my feet, then I’ll sit back on a dark hillside and wait and watch. A hint here and a trait there. Listening and watching. Waiting, always waiting, for the tingle in the spine.

~ Chet Raymo

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 the north like a runner in lacrosse, violent and hard, to batter every living thing. They were there, each one alone in conversation with the stars, mining ephemeral love from cold and distant light.

~ Mark Helprin

...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...

~ John Geddes

...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...

~ John Geddes

...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...

~ John Geddes

...your soul can never be long going to the fixed stars, where I intend to settle; or else you may find me in the milky way.

~ Michael Kelahan

I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...

~ John Geddes

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

~ Jack Kerouac

Were she better, or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/But in ourselves.

~ John Green

I stare at the stars... And even though there are so many and they look so close together, I know they are light years apart. The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant, so very far apart, that they cannot feel the warmth of each other, even though they are made of bu

~ Beth Revis

There is no way in which a man can earn a star or deserve a sunset.

~ G.k. Chesterton

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

~ Elias Canetti

All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.

~ Joseph Heller

I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of stars.

~ Neil Gaiman

I am the eye that beholds... And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky... For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love.

~ Solange Nicole

Small said, But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?…Large (replied) Look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies, for you see…love like starlight never dies…

~ Debi Gliori

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

~ Pete Wentz

I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair.

~ Meg Cabot

The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.

~ Rick Yancey

Now she realized that she was not peering at a so-dark-blue-it-looked-black ocean, but rather she was looking straight through miles of incredibly clear water at something enormous and black in its nethermost depths. Maybe it was the bottom--so deep that not even light could touch it.And yet, down in those impossible depths, she thought she could see tiny lights sparkling. She stared uncertainly at the tiny glimmerings. They seemed almost like scattered grains of sand lit from within; in some places they clustered like colonies, faint and twinkling.Like stars...

~ Fuyumi Ono

The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.

~ William Blake

See the stars, Lily?She sighed, surrendering. Of course.Do you think they can see the sun coming up?I don't know. Probably?Do you think they're scared?They're burning balls of gas, Calder.Oh, c'mon. Where's the poet in you?She exhaled, and I sensed her smile. I see. Well, in that case, yes. They've finally come home. They are triumphant in their midnight kingdom. But the enemy approaches. They have the numbers on their side, but the enemy is bigger, stronger, with a history of winning that goes back to the dawn of time. They're definitvely terrified.I nodded. She understood my analogy.But they don't run, Calder.

~ Anne Greenwood Brown

Life is better than any movie or TV show. In real life there is no plot and there are billions of characters.

~ Marc Pamittan

...when you look at the stars, you should tremble - only dullards have become callous to this frisson ...

~ John Geddes

....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...

~ John Geddes

An airplane crossed the sky, and she imagined its interior-people packed in rows like eggs in a carton, the chemical smell of the toilets, pretzels in foil pouches, cans hiss-popping open, black oval of night sky embedded in the rattling walls. How strange that something so drab, so confined, so stifling with sour exhalations and the fumes of indifferent machinery might be mistaken for a star.

~ Maggie Shipstead

The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon.

~ H. Rider Haggard