Stars Quotes
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The eyes were hollow and the carven head was broken, but about the high, stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed. "They cannot conquer for ever!" said Frodo.
J. R. R. Tolkien
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Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
John Milton
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The universe and the light of the stars come through me.
Rumi
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Though free to think and act, we are held together, like the stars in the firmament, with ties inseparable. These ties cannot be seen, but we can feel them.
Nikola Tesla
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When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.
Alfred the Great
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I've never seen the stars before.
And I never knew they were so beautiful.
Beth Revis
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I remember the first time I saw the stars. I thought they changed everything. I thought they changed me, like I'd become a different person just by seeing shining specks of light a million miles away. Now when I stare at them, I feel nothing. I don't believe in them anymore.
Beth Revis
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He sat down. I sat down next to him. And after a silence, he spoke again. 'The stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see...' I answered, 'Yes, of course.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i'd rather have Harley's colors.
Beth Revis
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Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
Walt Whitman
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Thee may tell Aunt Janet from me that she might as well try to stop the stars in their courses as to try to stop a love affair.
Hannah Whitall Smith
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The moon twangs its silver strings;
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars.
George Elliott Clarke
