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# Weekend Words: Star
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/weekend-words-star/
- Published: 2015-12-20T14:01:36.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:30:10.000Z
- Description: The greatly anticipated Star Wars: The Force Awakens, the seventh installment in the series, opened this weekend.
- Author: Weekend Editors
- Tags: Opinion, Weekend, Weekend Words, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 07:13 (2014, 2015, part 3)

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Vincent van Gogh, “Starry Night over the Rhône” (1888), oil on canvas, 73 x 92 cm. Musée d’Orsay, Paris (Image via Web Gallery of Art)

The greatly anticipated *Star Wars: The Force Awakens*, the seventh installment in the series, opened this weekend.

> The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.  
>  
> **—Carl Sagan, *Cosmos***

> But I am as constant as the northern star,  
> Of whose true-fixed and resting quality  
> There is no fellow in the firmament.  
>  
> **—William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar in *Julius Caesar*)**

> I am the darkly shaded, the bereaved, the inconsolate, the prince of Aquitane, with the blasted tower. My only star is dead, and my star-strewn lute carries on it the black sun of melancholy.  
>  
> **—Gerard de Nerval, “El Desidchado”**

> Stella, oh, Stella, Stella! Stella for Star!  
>  
> **—Tennessee Williams (Blanche DuBois in *A Streetcar Named Desire*)**

> There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, “Consume me.”  
>  
> **—Virginia Woolf, *The Waves***

> The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue.  
>  
> **—James Joyce, *Ulysses***

> In his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.  
>  
> **—F. Scott Fitzgerald, *The Great Gatsby***

> I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.  
>  
> **—Walt Whitman**

> There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.  
>  
> **—Seneca**

> For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.  
>  
> **—Vincent Van Gogh**

> The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.  
>  
> **—Georg Buchner**

> The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars  
> Did wander darkling in the eternal space.  
>  
> **—George Gordon Lord Byron, “Darkness”**

> Often on fine nights when the park of this establishment is vacant, I amuse myself with this marvelous instrument (telescope). I go upstairs, walk across the grass, sit on a bench in the Avenue of Oaks – and there, in my solitude, I enjoy the pleasure of weighing the rays of dead stars.  
>  
> **—Villiers De Lisle Adam, “Tomorrow’s Eve”**

> The way a team plays as a whole determines its success. You may have the greatest bunch of individual stars in the world, but if they don’t play together, the club won’t be worth a dime.  
>  
> **—Babe Ruth**

> A confused labyrinth  
> of smoky stars  
> entangles my hopes,  
> which are nearly faded.  
>  
> **—Federico Garcia Lorca, “The Shadow of My Soul”**

> I’m a star, I’m a star, I’m a star. I’m a star. I’m a star, I’m a big bright shining star.  
>  
> **—Paul Thomas Anderson (spoken by Mark Wahlberg as Dirk Diggler in *Boogie Nights*)**