Henning Mankell Quotes

How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven.

A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out.

The light was leaving in the west it was blue The children's laughter sang and skipping just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across the way its getting late It was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to papas translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.

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

At night the sky is pure astronomy.

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

Growing up on a farm was the best. I remember loving that expanse of space. The sky at night was so clear, I could see every star.

I realized that music was the only thing I really thought about - music and writing.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

But, enough of that for now. Let’s get lost again in the starry night.

Just because a man glances up at the sky at night does not make him an astronomer, you know.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?

Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.

The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.

Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

As I looked out into the night sky, across all those infinite stars, it made me realize how insignificant they are.

But, if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from these heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime... But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.

Outside the sky is light with stars

There was always something new to be seen in the unchanging night sky.

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