Craig Thompson Quotes

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.

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

Jack: Where to, Miss? Rose: To the stars.

The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

I can see the stars again m'lady.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.

And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars.

When I go train hopping and I look up into the sky, there are always so many more stars than I remember there were.

Go out tonight and look at the stars. And allow yourself to dream.

Cammie: I never knew there were this many stars. Zach: I can't see them. I just see you.

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

The light was leaving in the west it was blue The children's laughter sang and skipping just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across the way its getting late It was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to papas translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

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

Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.

Whenever I do get to look out, it is glorious. Even the stars have a special brightness.

We would lie on coral sand, below sugary stars, watching Cassiopeia mount her throne and the Great Bear wash its paws in the South. I would say, "I have a secret to tell you." And, folding me in your arms, boyish and sly, you would answer: "Whisper it into my mouth.

Lie on your back and look at the stars.

...to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?

When I consider how, after sunset, the stars come out gradually in troops from behind the hills and woods, I confess that I could not have contrived a more curious and inspiring sight.

Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.

The sight of stars always sets me dreaming just as naively as those black dots on a map set me dreaming of towns and villages. Why should these points of light in the firmament, I wonder, be less accessible than the dark ones on the map of France? We take a train to go to Torascon or Roven and we take death to a star.