Star Metaphor Quotes

Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.

I feel like I'm nothing without wildlife. They are the stars. I feel awkward without them.

...every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person carrying a star there is someone else who reflects it, and everyone carries this reflection like a secret confidante in the heart.

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

Turn your scars into stars.

That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.

Wrinkled, wrinkled little star... hope they never see the scars.

Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with a harness that does not belong to it.

A song like 'Shooting Star' - the thought process behind writing that song was that I looked around and thought, 'Wow, there's a lot of people dying at that time in the music business.'

Reach for the stars not drugs.

Man is the highest product of his own history. The discoverer finds nothing so grand or tall as himself, nothing so valuable to him. The greatest star is at the small end, of the telescope,--the star that is looking, not looked after nor looked at.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

What better can any of us do than to reach for our own stars ... and know which they are?

Everybody in my life who is important to me is a star to me.

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.

I entirely agree with you about the obscurity of Mrs Browning's line about the stars. It is far-fetched. She wanted to express something which she found beyond expression.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret. His first secret was himself. He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer. He was a warring star full of endless possibilities, but in the end, as he dreamt in the backseat on the way to the Barns that night, he created only this.

I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.