You deserve a life.
John GreenMots clés life stars john-green deserve fault hazel dftba
I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon. I was off on a hunt with Papa and the uncles and I lay rolled in blankets Grandma had woven, lying off a piece from where the men hunkered around the fire as they passed a quart jar of cactus liquor in a silent circle. I watched that big Oregon prairie moon above me put all the stars around it to shame. I kept awake watching, to see if the moon ever got dimmer or the stars got brighter, till the dew commenced to drift onto my cheeks and I had to pull a blanket over my head.
Ken KeseyMots clés stars moon landscape
The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.
Elie WieselMots clés stars night eyes hopelessness elie-wiesel
Why is it people will complain, when they have an open door, where they can walk out to and gaze the stars; rather than having a closed door to lock them in?
Anthony LiccioneMots clés contentment stars criticize grumble closed-door complainers open-door unsatisfied
They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.
F. Scott FitzgeraldMots clés love marriage stars stage lovers wedding
Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.
F. Scott FitzgeraldMots clés stars night constellations
A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pitty in all the glittering multitude.
Charles DickensMots clés death stars charles-dickens great-expectations
Each of us is the real star. We all are so close but still so far i this sky called ground. We all shine, though the light the others see is the one that our actions left in the past.
Christos KMots clés inspirational stars
Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn't have known. The only things I noticed were silver bracelets on women's wrists and popsicle sticks in potted rubber plants. There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night. No car, no car stereo, no silver bracelets, no shuffling, no dark blue tweed suits.
My world foreshortened, flattening into a credit card. Seen head on, things seemed merely skewed, but from the side the view was virtually meaningless—a one-dimensional wafer. Everything about me may have been crammed in there, but it was only plastic. Indecipherable except to some machine.
My first circuit must have been wearing thin. My real memories were receding into planar projection, the screen of consciousness losing all identity.
Mots clés identity stars credit-cards
When life is difficult, try looking up at the night sky. A million stars proclaim aloud His Handiwork. And you know you are never alone.
Anusha AtukoralaMots clés life difficult god stars alone never handiwork
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