Arthur Schopenhauer Quotes

The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.

God is able to place stars in their sockets & suspend sky like a curtain; surely He is mighty enough to light your path.

The heavenly light you admire is fossil-light, it's the unfathomably distant past you gaze into, stars long extinct

Stars are holes in the sky, they are the light of Heaven coming from the other side.

Staring at the stars was like staring backward in time, since some stars are so far away that their light takes millions of years just to reach us. That we see stars not as they look now, but as they were when dinosaurs roamed the earth. The whole concept just struck me as…amazing somehow.

As the stars are the glory of the sky, so great men are the glory of their country, yea, of the whole earth. The hearts of great men are the stars of earth; and doubtless when one looks down from above upon our planet, these hearts are seen to send forth, a silvery light just like the stars of heaven.

The mystery of the evening-star brilliant in silence and distance between the downward-surging plunge of the sun and the vast, hollow seething of inpouring night. The magnificence of the watchful morning-star, that watches between the night and the day, the gleaming clue to the two opposites.

When the light of the star which flows into my eyes as a drop of gold first pierced the darkness in space, there was not a single eye on earth looking at the sky.

Cause even the stars they burn, some even fall to the earth. We've got a lot to learn, God knows we're worth it.

The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.

The star shines for everyone in the world, but in reality, it itself is surrounded in darkness.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!

Charles Dickens' creation of Mr. Pickwick did more for the elevation of the human race - I say it in all seriousness - than Cardinal Newman's Lead Kindly Light Amid the Encircling Gloom. Newman only cried out for light in the gloom of a sad world. Dickens gave it.

Outside the sky is light with stars

When all the stars were falling, they fell from above, and I thought of hate, and I thought of hate, and then I thought of love.

It’s never occurred to me that the stars are still up there shining even in the daytime when we can’t see them.

The stars we are given. The constellations we make. That is to say, stars exist in the cosmos, but constellations are the imaginary lines we draw between them, the readings we give the sky, the stories we tell.

Surely the stars are images of love.

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

As we looked up in silence to those distant lights, we were reminded that it was a rare imagination which first taught that the stars are worlds, and had conferred a great benefit on mankind.

The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

We are the star and the darkness it peirces