Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. Whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.
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Quotes tagged ‘Stars’
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Do not think about failure. Remember that even stars fall sometimes. And when they do, people wish on them.
Whenever I saw the sun, I reminded myself that I was looking at a star. One of over a hundred billion in our galaxy. A galaxy that was just one of billions of other galaxies in the observable universe. This helped me keep things in perspective.
I wait to feel this intensity, and I meet it with a burning passion as I light up the sky with my luster, my brightness, my radiance.
But perhaps I – perhaps we, were not made to hold such great fervour in us, for all greatness eventually falls. And all lights must dim.
I have yet to learn to be steady as the Northern Star, of a small but bright light against the veil of the dark. I have only ever known to burn with such intensity that all other stars pale in comparison.
When I fell for you, emotions exploded within me, like a shooting star streaking across the dark night sky, with shimmers of light tailing my elation. But all I ever was, was a brief moment in the darkness, a protest against the night sky, of hope against all odds.
Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.
The most boring constellation: Triangulum Australis. A profound lack of imagination - any 3 stars in the sky makes a triangle.
Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...
they loved us, those stars. They must have, anyway, for they did what no one did, what even we could not: they saw us and spared us.
I know about the stars. That night they made shadows of us, made us bigger, wilder than we were--
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
Speechless and cold the stars arise on the small garden where we have dominion.
Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.
Tonight the stars burn ferociously against this midnight canvas. We lie beneath it all, naught but two ineloquent humans scrambling for answers. Our faces lost in shadow, our eyes dancing to the thrum of our heartbeats in the twilight.