All Quotes By Tag: Stars

“SONG OF THE STARI am nothing but oxygen and hydrogen,A luminous sphere of plasmaHeld together by helium and gravity,And like a balloon I float on earth,Waiting to be released back into the sky,Waiting to go back in the reverseDirection from which I came,Traveling through a warm tunnel of light,And out into a cold, dark abyssWhere I will explode into a thousand pieces.I shall leave behind my body,Just like air abandons the skin of a shattered balloon,And the magnetic dust that carries myHeart and spirit will lift us backTo congregate and shineWith the stars.Home again,In the fluorescentKingdom of the constellations,I will once again be called byMy soul’s true name.And my heart,It will flicker again,With every memory from its manyLifetimes,And with every wishMade by a child.SONG OF THE STAR by Suzy KassemCopyright 1993”

“In the vessel of your body, you yourself are the world tree, deep roots in the Earth and a crown of stars. Your essence bridges dimensions.”

“He carries stars in his pocketsbecause he knowsshe fears the dark.Whenever sadness pays her a visithe paints galaxieson the back of her hands.”

“As I thought of these things, I drew aside the curtains and looked out into the darkness, and it seemed to my troubled fancy that all those little points of light filling the sky were the furnaces of innumerable divine alchemists, who labour continually, turning lead into gold, weariness into ecstasy, bodies into souls, the darkness into God; and at their perfect labour my mortality grew heavy, and I cried out, as so many dreamers and men of letters in our age have cried, for the birth of that elaborate spiritual beauty which could alone uplift souls weighted with so many dreams.”

“CIRCLES OF LIFEEverythingTurns,Rotates,Spins,Circles,Loops,Pulsates,Resonates,AndRepeats.CirclesOf life,Born fromPulsesOf light,VibrateToBreathe,WhileSpiralingOutwardsForInfinityThroughThe lensOf time,And intoA seaOf starsAndLucidDreams.Poetry by Suzy Kassem”

“Și dacă acesta nu este un vis, Bjørn?Nu visez?Poate că visele au puterea de a ne aduce împreună, dincolo de ceea ce ne desparte: timpul și spațiul, viața și moartea.”

“…and since, human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars”

“The belief in their actions can mend constellations. The ambition in their thirst for knowledge can both create and destroy.”

“Look at the stars. See their beauty. And in that beauty, see yourself.”

“Any clock that can track this sideral schedule proves itself as perfect as God’s magnificent clockwork.Dava Sobel”

“It is early, early morning. It’s that time when it’s still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.”

“And at the end of the night, they realized how important those little stars were, which they ignored while adoring the beauty of the moon whole night.”

“We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can’t avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon and stars bits of nightmare.”

“On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.For unmeasurable periods, I seem divorced from my body, as though I were an awareness spreading out through space, over the earth and into the heavens, unhampered by time or substance, free from the gravitation that binds to heavy human problems of the world. My body requires no attention. It’s not hungry. It’s neither warm or cold. It’s resigned to being left undisturbed. Why have I troubled to bring it here? I might better have left it back at Long Island or St. Louis, while the weightless element that has lived within it flashes through the skies and views the planet. This essential consciousness needs no body for its travels. It needs no plane, no engine, no instruments, only the release from flesh which circumstances I’ve gone through make possible.Then what am I – the body substance which I can see with my eyes and feel with my hands? Or am I this realization, this greater understanding which dwells within it, yet expands through the universe outside; a part of all existence, powerless but without need for power; immersed in solitude, yet in contact with all creation? There are moments when the two appear inseparable, and others when they could be cut apart by the merest flash of light.While my hand is on the stick, my feet on the rudder, and my eyes on the compass, this consciousness, like a winged messenger, goes out to visit the waves below, testing the warmth of water, the speed of wind, the thickness of intervening clouds. It goes north to the glacial coasts of Greenland, over the horizon to the edge of dawn, ahead to Ireland, England, and the continent of Europe, away through space to the moon and stars, always returning, unwillingly, to the mortal duty of seeing that the limbs and muscles have attended their routine while it was gone.”

“When we turn to the heavens to look for inspiration, we miss the most important piece, and that is the person right there next to us.”