Quotes on Stars

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

Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars.

A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

How will the ships navigate without stars? And then he remembered that the stars were dead, long dead, and the light they shed was not to be trusted, was false, if not an outright lie, and in any case was inadequate, unequal to its task, which was to illuminate the evil that men did.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?

In some sense, gravity does not exist; what moves the planets and the stars is the distortion of space and time.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.

To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.

There is no justice in the laws of nature, no term for fairness in the equations of motion. The Universe is neither evil, nor good, it simply does not care. The stars don't care, or the Sun, or the sky. But they don't have to! WE care! There IS light in the world, and it is US!

We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.

Every atom you possess has almost certainly passed through several stars and been part of millions of organisms on its way to becoming you. We are each so atomically numberous and so vigorously recycled at death that a significant number of our atoms-up to a billion for each of us, it has been suggested-probably once belonged to Shakespeare. A billion more each came from Buddha and Genghis Khan and Beethoven, and any other historical figure you care to name.

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.

At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a hill.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Mercy!" cried Gandalf. "If the giving of knowledge is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you. What more should you like to know?" "The names of all the stars, and of all living things, and the whole history of Middle-Earth and Over-heave and of the Sundering Seas," laughed Pippin. "Of course! What less?