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| I have my own views about Nature's methods, though I feel that it is rather like a beetle giving his opinions upon the Milky Way. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Stark Munro Letters |  |
| The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came out in the heavens, and the fire-flies mimicked them in the lower air, as men may feebly imitate the goodness of a better order of beings; the long dusty roads and the interminable plains were in repose--and so deep a hush was on the sea, that it scarcely whispered of the time when it shall give up its dead. | Charles Dickens | Little Dorrit |  |
| At last, in the dead of the night, when the street was very still indeed, Little Dorrit laid the heavy head upon her bosom, and soothed her to sleep. And thus she sat at the gate, as it were alone; looking up at the stars, and seeing the clouds pass over them in their wild flight--which was the dance at Little Dorrit's party. | Charles Dickens | Little Dorrit |  |
| Whatever road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the loadstone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They point to me. | Ayn Rand | Anthem |  |
| . . . his gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet - or seem likely to do it, in this state of existence - and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered. | Charles Dickens | The Mystery of Edwin Drood |  |
| The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again. | Charles Dickens | The Old Curiosity Shop |  |
| "Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars . . ." | Gilbert Parker | Parables Of A Province |  |
| But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of the grated window, as through the narrow crevice of one good deed in a murky life of guilt, the face of Heaven shone bright and merciful. He raised his head; gazed upward at the quiet sky, which seemed to smile upon the earth in sadness, as if the night, more thoughtful than the day, looked down in sorrow on the sufferings and evil deeds of men; and felt its peace sink deep into his heart. | Charles Dickens | Barnaby Rudge |  |
| In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires. | Edith Wharton | Ethan Frome |  |
I would not creep along the coast but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars. | George Eliot | Middlemarch |  |
| Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life. I thought of their unfathomable distance, and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future. | H. G. Wells | The Time Machine |  |
| For his part, every beauty of art or nature made him thankful as well as happy, and that the pleasure to be had in listening to fine music, as in looking at the stars in the sky, or at a beautiful landscape or picture, was a benefit for which we might thank Heaven as sincerely as for any other worldly blessing. | William Makepeace Thackeray | Vanity Fair |  |
| The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them. | Lucy Maud Montgomery | Anne of Green Gables |  |
| Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims. | H. G. Wells | The War of the Worlds |  |
| There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods--violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds; a snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret. | John Galsworthy | The Forsyte Saga |  |
| It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened. | Mark Twain | The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn |  |
"Give me my Romeo; and, 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." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet |  |
| Would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear? Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his cometary orbit, beyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic planets, astronomical waifs and strays, to the extreme boundary of space, passing from land to land, among peoples, amid events. Somewhere imperceptibly he would hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey the summons of recall. Whence, disappearing from the constellation of the Northern Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the constellation of Cassiopeia and after incalculable eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a wreaker of justice on malefactors, a dark crusader, a sleeper awakened, with financial resources (by supposition) surpassing those of Rothschild or the silver king. | James Joyce | Ulysses |  |
| His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Parasite |  |
| The sky was clear -- remarkably clear -- and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse. | Thomas Hardy | Far From The Madding Crowd |  |