Celestial Wonder Quotes

Nothing can match the wonderment that comes from staring up into the star-filled canopy above and realizing that you are a part of that creation.

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

I haven't written poetry in a long time but I read it and I miss it. It is so hard to write. So hard to finish, so hard to find the exact word to make it shine. In honor of my youth I will write a poem to finish this essay. It is spring in the Ozark Mountains. The yellow flowers are blooming and the birds wake me at dawn and last night five planets lined up by the moon in the western sky. If that doesn't inspire me to poetry what will?

The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.

(Man,) the glory and the scandal of the universe.

I was, I remember, I still remember when the first time I pointed the telescope at the sky and I saw Saturn with the rings. It was a beautiful image.

As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.

There are stars, stars, scattered stars, blackness all between. They ripple and fold and bend, and they rush toward him, rush by him. Their colors are blazing and pure as angels' eyes.

Stars scribble on our eyes the frosty sagas, The gleaming cantos of unvanquished space. (Cape Hatteras

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

Every miracle brings the release of glory.

See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.

the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.

Behold, directly overhead, a certain strange star was suddenly seen . . . Amazed, and as if astonished and stupified, I stood still

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

For most people, we often marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or the magnificence of a full moon, but it is impossible to fathom the magnitude of the universe that surrounds us.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.) And as I lay there, it occurred to me that God is up there somewhere.

I was able to look out the window to see this incredible sight of the whole circle of the Earth. Oceans were crystal blue, the land was brown, and the clouds and the snow were pure white. And that jewel of Earth was just hung up in the blackness of space.

A Hubble Space Telescope photograph of the universe evokes far more awe for creation than light streaming through a stained glass window in a cathedral.

It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.

The stars are distant and unobtrusive, but bright and enduring as our fairest and most memorable experiences.

At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her.

This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.

So how come it looks so beautiful? How come the moon falls from the sky?

Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.