I wish I could read what she's written there. Instead, I pretend the letters are stars. The words, constellations.
Isaac MarionTag: words stars constellations
My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens...they will all be your friends."
-the little prince
There is none other like me. There is none other like her. We are unbelievable, impossible. I fly as high as the Heavens which cast me out. I have run out my comet's course: she is the world, I have sought out. Round her I have cast the loop of my orbit, and am held fast and safe; she is my Sea of Tranquility, my Milky Way, bearded with Berenice's Hair. I am a new constellation, pegged out in the sky. I am joy. Complete. For ever.
Rosie GarlandTag: love heaven star stars flying lovers
Fireflies in the Garden
By Robert Frost 1874–1963
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.
Tag: poetry frost nature stars robert fireflies
I could try composing wonderful musical works, or day-long entertainment epics, but what would that do? Give people pleasure? My wiping this table gives me pleasure. And people come to a clean table, which gives them pleasure. And anyway" - the man laughed - "people die; stars die; universes die. What is any achievement, however great it was, once time itself is dead? Of course, if all I did was wipe tables, then of course it would seem a mean and despicable waste of my huge intellectual potential. But because I choose to do it, it gives me pleasure. And," the man said with a smile, "it's a good way of meeting people. So where are you from, anyway?
Iain M. BanksTag: choice people time death stars pleasure achievement utopia the-universe meeting-people wiping-tables
He'd turned away from a life on basic to live in the stars, or if not the stars, at least the rocks that floated free in the night sky.
James S.A. CoreyTag: stars
Why do I go outside at one a.m.
and search the stars as though I'd numbered them?
You are as beautiful as sky, as soft as moon, as shiny as stars and as angry as Sun.
M.F. MoonzajerTag: sun stars moon sky beautiful soft
Listen, she said, "cherubim have come to my planet before."
"I know that. Where do you think I got my information?"
"What do you know about us?"
"I have heard that your host planet is shadowed, that it is troubled."
"It is beautiful," Meg said defensively.
She felt a rippling of his wings. "In the middle of your cities?"
"Well-no-but I don't live in a city."
"And is your planet peaceful?"
"Well-no-it isn't very peaceful."
"I had the idea," Proginoskes moved reluctantly within her mind, "that there are wars on your planet. People fighting and killing each other."
"Yes, that's so, but-"
"And children go hungry."
"Yes."
"And people don't understand each other."
"Not always."
"And there's-there's hate?"
"Yes."
She felt Proginoskes pulling away. "All I want to do," he was murmuring to himself, "is go some place quiet and recite the names of the stars...
Tag: history war hate stars understanding angels earth shadow hunger planet a-wind-in-the-door cherubim
Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
Ernest HemingwayTag: books love stars night together
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