Quotes about Stars

Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.

We boast our light; but if we look not wisely on the run itself, it smites us into darkness. Who can discern those planets that are oft combust, and those starts of brightest magnitude that rise and set with the sun, until the opposite motion of their orbs bring them to such a place in the firmament where they may be seen evening or morning? The light which we have gained was given us, not to be ever staring on, but by it to discover onward things more remote from our knowledge.

Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a World   Of destind habitation; but

Come let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.

What if the Sun Be centre to the World, and other stars..... The planet earth, so steadfast though she seem, In sensibly three different motions move?

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars—as starts to thee appear Soon in the galaxy, that milky way Which mightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd wiht stars.

The soul goes round upon a wheel of stars and all things return....Good and evil go round in a wheel that is one thing and not many. Do you not realise in your heart, do you not believe behind all your beliefs, that there is but one reality and we are its shadows and that all things are but aspects of one thing a centre where men melt into Man and Man into God 'No,' said Father Brown.

So we need not feel ashamed of flirting with the zodiac. The zodiac is well worth flirting with. But not in the rather silly modern way of horoscopy and telling your fortune by the stars... They want their "fortune" told, never this misfortune.

If a man cannot feel the power of God when he looks upon the stars, then I doubt whether he is capable of any feeling at all.

How is it they live in such harmony, the billions of stars, when most men can barely go a minute without declaring war in their minds?

It was a very very nice letter you wrote by the light of the stars at midnight. Always write then, for your heart requires moonlight to deliquesce it. And mine is fried in gaslight, as it is only nine o'clock and I must go to bed at eleven.

The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear, she sighed, well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn't so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham.