Stars Quotes - Page 9

Prosperity cannot be experienced by living detached from Nature. Everything else is only a gradation of materialistic, earthly ambitions. We came from the stars and there lies the path to our substantive evolution.

On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you - you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.

Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.

I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.

This isn't a reasoned response to a configuration of stars, but the heart cannot flourish on logic alone. Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you don't overdose

Creativity is in the heart of the dreamer.

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

In a world turned upside-down, where everything was wrong, bizarre, you could at least look up at the sky and see normality. Stars that shone regardless of who won a civil war, or who should or should not be a president. Their light was billions of years old. They didn't have a care...

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy.
I'm tired of driving till I see stars in my eyes.

Inherent within your soul is a greater light, recognize and radiate it.

Each person is a vast territory of undiscovered mystery as nebulous and uncharted as the deepest oceans and expanses of space.

The stars, he said, were actually souls, all the souls that were too restless to be locked up in heaven. They were so restless that God let them stay outside at night to play.

The history of astronomy is a history of receding horizons.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.

I love looking up at the stars because they make me believe that some things in this world are permanent.

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

Make a wish," said Indigo.
Rose made a wish and then asked, "Why?"
"That's what I always do. Wish on the moving ones."
"Does it matter how fast they move?"
"I don't think so."
"Can you wish on airplanes, too?"
"Oh, yes.

Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.

It's only people, as far as we know, who look up at the stars and wonder what they are.

Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition.