“The stars will wheel forth from their daytime hiding places; and one of those lights, slightly brighter than the rest, will be my wingtip passing over.” LightStarsPassingPassingsWheelsHidingBrighterDaytimeHiding PlaceUp In The Air Author:Ryan Bingham
“Though I be shut in darkness, and become insentient dust blown idly here and there, I count oblivion a scant price to pay for having once had held against my lip life's brimming cup of hydromel and rue--for having once known woman's holy love and a child's kiss, and for a little space been boon companion to the Day and Night, Fed on the odors of the summer dawn, and folded in the beauty of the stars. Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, and serve the potter as he turns his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!” LifeChildrenLittlesNightTurnsStarsSpacePayKnownLordDarknessChangedTearsHolyKissingSummerLipsDearDustCupsTheeDawnWheelsFedsCompanionOblivionClayPottersHere And ThereGraciousDay And NightOdorBoonRueDear Lord Book:The Works of Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Poems Source: The Works of Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Poems
“Most of the things that I remember from childhood wouldn't make a particularly good story: rescuing worms during rainstorms, our schnauzer attacking a wheel of cheese when someone dropped it during dinner, my parents tricking us into riding Space Mountain at Disney World (we thought it was an educational people-mover kind of ride), playing Star Wars (I got to marry Harrison Ford and my sister married Luke Skywalker) in first and second grade. On the other hand, we always had lots of interesting babysitters--seminary students and friends of my parents--who told really good ghost stories.” PeopleWorldFirstsKindWarStoriesHandsRememberStarsParentSpaceInterestingChildhoodStudentsMountainMarriedEducationalDinnerGhostWheelsGradesMy SisterRidingCheeseWormsAttackingGood StoryLukeGhost StoriesBabysitterSeminaryRainstormsSchnauzers Author:Kelly Link
“The stars of death stood over us. And Russia, guiltless, beloved, writhed under the crunch of bloodstained boots, under the wheels of Black Marias.” StarsBlackRussiaBelovedWheelsBootsCrunch Book:Избранные Стихи Source: Избранные Стихи
“I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies! I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now slow, as my soul wills, I turn the stars. I weave them into rainbows, harmonies. I feel immortality! I create immortality!” FeelsSoulHandsTurnsStarsSkyMastersHarmonyLaysMy SoulImmortalityWheelsRainbowCrystalsHarmonicas Author:Adam Mickiewicz
“some journalists have described the South Pole as 'hell on earth.' Others refer to my time here as 'an ordeal.' They would be surprised to know how beautiful Antarctica has seemed to me, with its waves of ice in a hundred shades of blue and white, its black winter sky, its ecstatic wheel of stars. They would never understand how the lights of the Dome welcomed me from a distance, or how often I danced and sang and laughed here with my friends. And how I was not afraid.” KnowsLightWould BeEarthBeautifulStarsBlackWhiteKnow HowHellSkyHundredMy FriendsBlueDistanceSouthWinterWaveIceJournalistMy TimeWheelsShadeLaughedNot AfraidEcstaticHell On EarthOrdealsDomesAntarcticaBlue And WhiteShades Of Blue Author:Jerri Nielsen