Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
The farther away, the closer the home becomes.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.
To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.