Jack Kerouac Quotes

At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.

I like to look at the skyline and the moon.

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

He knows well the evening star, and once when he awoke, in a most distressful mood (some inward pain had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream), I hurried with him to our orchard plot, and he beheld the moon, and hushed at once. Suspends his sobs and laughs most silently. While his fair eyes, that swam with undropped tears, did glitter in the yellow moonbeam.

Joys come from simple and natural things: mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water.

Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady." A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight." Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.

May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!

The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely swans.

For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

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

Moonlight lined the windowsills like a fall of snow.

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.