Lois Lowry Quotes

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

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

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

To sleep perchance to dream

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

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.

The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.

There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate.

Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of the grated window, as through the narrow crevice of one good deed in a murky life of guilt, the face of Heaven shone bright and merciful. He raised his head; gazed upward at the quiet sky, which seemed to smile upon the earth in sadness, as if the night, more thoughtful than the day, looked down in sorrow on the sufferings and evil deeds of men; and felt its peace sink deep into his heart.

Every sleepy boy and girl in every bed around the world- Can hear the stars up in the sky whispering a lullaby

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

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

For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

Around me the moonlight glittered on the pebbles of the llano, and in the night sky a million stars sparkled. Across the river I could see the twinkling lights of the town. In a week I would be returning to school, and as always I would be running up the goat path and crossing the bridge to go to church. Sometime in the future I would have to build my own dream out of those things that were so much a part of my childhood.