Melissa Bank Quotes

There's no night without stars.

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

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

I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.

I've been able to carve out spaces for myself. At Sundance, I'm in the mountains - my property is private. I get on a horse and ride for three, four hours. Sometimes five. I get lost. But when I'm in, I'm in.

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

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.

Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")

He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted.

If I'm confused, I just spend some time looking at the sky and falling into it. It's not a meditation that anyone taught me, it's something I've done my whole life, and liked doing, and it made me feel like nothing.

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

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

Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Outside the sky is light with stars

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.