• She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars. — Neil Gaiman
• I know simply that the sky will last longer than I. — Albert Camus
• Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death, snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn back into the little system of his care. All night, the cities, like shimmering novas, tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his. — Ted Kooser, Flying at Night
• We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars. - Oscar Wilde
• With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. — Sylvia Plath
• A furnace behind the sky. It struck me that one curious feeling is, that the writing ‘I’ has vanished. No audience. No echo. — Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 9 June 1940
• Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky, listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities." - Dean Koontz, Midnight
• The days grow and the stars cross over / And my wild bed turns slowly among the stars. — Muriel Rukeyser, Darkness Music
• Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. And I know I’ll never outrun that awful feeling. — Haruki Murakami
• As long as there’s a sky, someone will be falling from it. — Dean Young, from How to Be a Surrealist
• Over beyond the moon there / I loved a love once / And, may be, more times… — Ezra Pound, from Au Jardin
• Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. - Shakespeare, Macbeth, I,iv

“People have stars, but they aren’t the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they’re nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they’re problems. For my businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you’ll have stars like nobody else.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you look up at the sky at night, since I’ll be living on one of them, since I’ll be laughing on one of them, for you, it’ll be as if all the stars are laughing. You’ll have stars that can laugh!”

And he laughed again.

“And when you’re consoled (everyone is eventually consoled), you’ll be glad you’ve known me. You’ll always be my friend. You’ll feel like laughing with me. And you’ll open your windows sometimes just for the fun of it… And your friends will be amazed to see you laughing while you’re looking up at the sky. Then you’ll tell them, ‘Yes, it’s the stars. They always make me laugh!”

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, excerpt from The Little Prince.