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

“The sky was horribly dark, but one could distinctly see tattered clouds, and between them fathomless black patches. Suddenly I noticed in one of these patches a star, and began watching it intently. That was because that star had given me an idea: I decided to kill myself that night.”

“No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was consuming us. Were this conflagration to be extinguished one day, nothing would be left in the sky but extinct stars and unseeing eyes.”

“The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.”

“The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.”

“Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.”

“We must not wish for the disappearance of our troubles but for the grace to transform them.”

“It was a clear, starry night, dead calm. Whenever I see a sky
like that, I wish I could write music”

“He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.”

“The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.”