Are we human because we gaze at the stars,
or do we gaze at them because we are human?
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them
i can hear the stars scraping against the sky
Gazing up at the stars makes me reflect on how small and
insignificant I am (and gazing up at their bodyguards, even more
so).
i
can’t look at the stars — they
make me wonder where you are;
stars, up on heaven's boulevard.
do you think the stars look down on
earth and count the people?
do you think the stars pick the prettiest ones, and call them constellations?
do you think the stars called my brother a shooting star, as he was hanging from the ceiling rafters by his neck?
do you think the stars count the people?
do you think the stars pick the prettiest ones, and call them constellations?
do you think the stars called my brother a shooting star, as he was hanging from the ceiling rafters by his neck?
do you think the stars count the people?
