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“Stars do not pull each other down to be more visible; they shine brighter.”

“Watch The Sky. Look how majestically it walks, it moves and shifts, it growls and screams, and sometimes sheds tears, like every drizzle or a rain droplet is a tear of either a deep melancholy or a mad ecstasy, like the clouds float along the sky drifting in a tune of their own, as if they are dancing in the Stage of this Magnificent Pathway, a string of Stars play hide and seek in its camouflage and while everything treads along this hurricane of a very Chaotic Forever Moving Wheel, there is this Calm, this innate Calm that is so breathable, so palpable, so tangible, as if the Whole Sky is a Magic weave of Something Eternal, something Extraordinarily Strangely Beautiful, something Simple yet Unfathomable, something that churns Hope and Despondency at the same time, something Smiling and Crying at the same time, something beyond our Understanding. Something that when we closely look in, we can just be, we can just float like those clouds and release the droplets of chaos from our mind in the very Silence of its mystical Majesticity, and slowly, perhaps very very distinctly in a snail's pace our Mind finally declutters its passing turmoil knowing how everything moves and shifts, growls and screams, but eventually finds a Silence of its own.”

“If the sky never grew dark, we would not be able to clearly see the stars.”

“Knowledge gives you the world, intelligence gives you the sky, understanding gives you the stars, but wisdom gives you the universe.”

“Don’t resent the sky for its storms; esteem it for its rainbows.”

“If birds did not believe in their ability to fly, the sky would be empty.”

“You can paint the whole sky black, but that won’t keep stars from shinning.”

“Don’t resent the sky for its storms; rejoice at the sky for its rainbows.”

“The sky does not despair when a star falls; it makes room for a new one.”

“Don't compare the size of your roof with the size of the sky.”

“I wish I could tell you how much your silence means to me. It's like I find my heart sinking at the mere thought of your numbness. I wish I could tell you how much I want to speak to you, to know you, to breathe in all of you, to tell you how I would paint my sky with the stardust of your soul. I wish I could tell you how much I want to wash away all your frozen tears and choking words and give you all my light just to see a smile on your heart. I wish I could tell you how much I want to hold you in my arms and together we could melt in our own world of dreams. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, in this mad world of harrowing voices I love your soulful silences that keep comforting me in so many ways. And even when you are always the listener while I am the outspoken one, I wish I could tell you all of this and yet I find no word good enough to pour my soul out only to find that you know it already.”

“When nighttime came around, it was so dark and scary. The boy wished for light, but he didn’t call for the magician this time. He remembered the secret of magic, and he tried not to be afraid! He tried to love the night, so quiet and so full of mystery. He walked to the window — without fear. Then, he pulled back the curtain and he saw them shining: Huge stars. Beautiful! Breathtaking! The darkness, as if by magic, was no longer empty.”

“As long as you're the Light, nevermind the Night! Walking through the narrow alleys of Life fuming with untold stories and blurry horizons, somewhere knowing in my heart that sunsets and sunrises are not just about the Sun but also about the sky that holds a canopy of stars to unleash once the sun is set all while hiding them beautifully tucked in the bosom of a blue sky when the Majestic Sun walks around in the crown of Sunshine. But then, and always the Stars Shine the brightest in the Darkest of Night, because no matter what the Light is always there, always leading the way, always finding its Smile in the dungeons of camouflaged blackness.”

“I love watching stars, counting them on my little finite fingers, those fragments of fire and crumbling dreams. I love to imagine their stories, their pain, their laughter, their love, and then when I feel how they paint dreams even while falling apart, I realise how Love binds this Universe, the sky of these infinite shining souls. I love breaking free into the nothingness of their eyes, as I smile at their gaze when they sing me a lullaby made of a cold glimmer, the cascading fire of Love of His Eternal Smile. I love watching stars kissing away the darkness like a distant breeze, beckoning a song of a wild night clutched in a cold sky, where the music dances in a wedding feast. I love breathing in His forever love through the heart of my stardust, as the infinite soul of my finite soul, caress Him in the contour of that eternal canopy of stars, and how I love watching stars!”

“The three of us stand in the open hatch and look up at the sky. It's so blue and clear, it makes my eyes water. Then I realize my eyes are weeping because they've never seen anything this beautiful. I never thought about it before, but in the Urb the sky is so close that sometimes you think you could reach up and touch it. Here in Eden the blue goes up forever and you suddenly realize that the sky is much, much bigger than the earth below. And it's more than that: Seeing so far makes you know there's a world outside the world, and a sky beyond the sky.”

“At first there was nothing - a profound blue darkness running running deep, laced by skeins of starlight and pale phosphorescent flashes. This four o-clock hour was a moment of utter silence, the indrawn breath of dark, the absolute, trance-like balance between night and day. Then, when it seemed that nothing would ever move or live or know the light again, a hot wind would run over the invisible water. It was like a fore-blast of the turning world, an intimation that its rocks and seas and surfaces still stirred against the sun. One strained one's eyes, scarce breathing, searching for a sign. Presently it came. Far in the east at last the horizon hardened, an imperceptible line dividing sky and sea, sharp as a diamond cut on glass. A dark bubble of cloud revealed itself, warmed slowly, flushing from within like a seed growing, a kernel ripening, a clinker hot with locked-in fire. Gradually the cloud throbbed red with light, then suddenly caught the still unrisen sun and burst like an expanding bomb. Flares and streamers began to fall into the sea, setting all things on fire. After the long unthinking darkness everything now began to happen at once. The stars snapped shut, the sky bled green, vermillion tides ran over the water, the hills around took on the colour of firebrick, and the great sun drew himself at last raw and dripping from the waves. Scarlet, purple, and clinker-blue, the morning, smelling of thyme and goats, of charcoal, splintered rock and man's long sojourn around this lake”