Walt Whitman Quotes

I never responded to teaching.

I am just learning to notice the different colors of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment.

I study the universe. It's the second oldest profession. People have been looking up for a long time.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.

...and I went into the garden and lay down and looked at the stars in the sky and made myself negligible.

Fax me a fact and I'll telegram a hologram or telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. Leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. God and I are one. Times moon. Times star. Times sun. The factor is me. You remember me.

What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.

We lay there and looked up at the night sky and she told me about stars called blue squares and red swirls and I told her I'd never heard of them. Of course not, she said, the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own.

Those shining stars, he liked to point out, were one of the special treats for people like us who lived out in the wilderness. Rich city folks, he'd say, lived in fancy apartments, but their air was so polluted they couldn't even see the stars. We'd have to be out of our minds to want to trade places with any of them.

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

And we came forth to contemplate the stars.

Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night.

I can see the stars again m'lady.

You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.

For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Educated people do indeed speak the same languages; cultivated ones need not speak at all.

The telescope... is a conduit to the cosmos.

Here's the problem, when you're stargazing on a mountain top you are partially oxygen-deprived and you're in command of million dollars worth of hardware. So as much as I would like to sip wine under the stars, it's contraindicated in the instructions on operating telescopes.

I was sat at the bottom of the garden a week ago, smoking a reflective cheroot, thinking about this and that - mostly that, and I just happened to glance at the night sky and I marvelled at the millions of stars glistening like pieces of quicksilver thrown carelessly onto black velvet. In awe I watched the waxen moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an amber chariot towards the void of infinite space wherein the tethered bolts of Jupiter and Mars hang forever in their orbital majesty; and as I looked at all this, I thought, 'I must put a roof on this lavatory.

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

It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.