“My mother's eyes were like cold stars. She belonged in a different sky.” — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
When nights are cold and stars are few, I close my eyes and think of you. A silent hope, a silent tear,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold, and the stars grow old... — Ritu Copy Share Image
“And in his eyes The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak, In different skies.” — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
“For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.” — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
My Love For you will never Die, Till the Sun grows Cold & The Stars grow Old. — Obey Terell Cx Copy Share Image
Till the sun grows cold, and the stars are old, and the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
