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If you feel alone, and if your heart is pure and your eyes still shine with the wonder of a child's, perhaps as you read these pages you'll find that the stars are smiling on you once more, that you can hear them as though they were five hundred million little bells.
— A.G. Roemmers
Don't point to the darkness, but to the stars.
— Ron Akers
And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
And it sucks, because I want to kiss her. It's infuriating how perfect it would be to kiss her right now, perched on a cannon on a pirate ship under the stars. That sounds like something off the pages of an adventure novel. But my life isn't one of those stories. My story is a hurricane, and here with Swift is just the eye.
— Emily Skrutskie, The Abyss Surrounds Us
His eyes were like galaxies, and everyone could get lost in them. How many stars flickered there, no one knew, but every time he glanced upon someone, a new star ignited, a new star was caught in the gravity of his stare.
— Dean F. Wilson, Worldwaker
The sky's always falling. Always. You'll see. People have no idea.
— Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun
He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Maybe some people don't feel scared when they think about comets and supernovas. Maybe they think it is wonderful.
— Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
Dusk At The CountrysideThe fire-glow greetsthe ingress of nightfalland thenceforth, over the sublime specter, argent stars convene.
— Tara Estacaan
The constellation she's named after tells the story of a princess, who was shackled to a rock as a sacrifice to a sea monster--punishment for her mother Casseopeia, who had bragged to Poseidon about her own beauty. Perseus, flying by, fell in love with Andromeda and saved her. In the sky, she's pictured with her arms outstretched and her hands chained.
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
Stars are fires that burn for thousands of years. Some of them burn slow and long, like red dwarfs. Others-blue giants-burn their due so fast they shine across great distances, and are easy to see. As they Starr to run out of fuel,they burn helium, grow even hotter, and explode in a supernova. Supernovas, they're brighter than the brightest galaxies. They die, but everyone watches them go.
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
Stars are fires that burn for thousands of years. Some of them burn slow and long, like red dwarfs. Others-blue giants-burn their fuel so fast they shine across great distances, and are easy to see. As they start to run out of fuel, they burn helium, grow even hotter, and explode in a supernova. Supernovas, they're brighter than the brightest galaxies. They die, but everyone watches them go.
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
It looked as though [the stars] were breathing to some never-ending slow, deep rhythm. They breathed & watched as the world came & went. ...For them, the earth was one more island world in the immeasurable ocean of outer space, its inhabitants microscopically small
— Nina George, The Little Paris Bookshop
He went to sleep as soon as they'd gone, waking in the middle of the night and walking outside into a sky whose stars hung so low he felt he strolled among them and he could see indeed, so clear the air, the very flames of their inner workings.
— Keith  Miller, The Book of Flying
The night embraces me, cool and endless, and above me the stars are tiny holes in the darkness through which the light of eternity is pouring out. I can almost sense primordial stardust flowing through my veins. People are forever telling me that stars make them feel small, and I always nod noncommittally and wonder at the stuffy confinement of their minds. Stars make me feel vast.
— Olga Grushin, Forty Rooms
The new father finally hangs up the phone, laughing at absolutely nothing. "Congratulations," I say, when what I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in stars so that she never, ever does to him what I have done to my parents.
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
Almost nine years later, I know that stars don’t burn forever, and even the brightest can shatter into a million, burning sparks before falling from the sky.
— Kristen Kehoe, Dropping In
that's all the stars do, look at lovers – that's why they're so beautiful
— Ivan Turgenev, On the Eve
I’m evolving, is the thing; I’m a god becoming a constellation.’‘The constellations are mostly demigods,’ I point out. ‘And they didn’t get to be constellations until after they died.’He laughs at that, and says, ‘Death is a small sacrifice to become immortal.
— Neal Shusterman, Challenger Deep
Up here it seems we have only the stars, but even they seem small in the midst of that terrifying night sky...I suppose even monsters can be afraid of the dark.
— Leslye Walton, A Tyranny of Petticoats
I tell you: one must still have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you still have chaos in yourselves.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
You’re not a creature in body.You exist as the stars exist,participating in their stillness, their immensity.
— Louise Glück
Star-watching: at night the stars of Alastor Cluster blaze in profusion. The atmosphere refracts their light; the sky quivers with beams, glitters, and errant flashes. The Trills go out into their gardens with jugs of wine; they name the stars and discusses localities. For the Trills, for almost anyone of Alastor, the night sky was no abstract empyrean, but rather a view across prodigious distances to known places: a vast luminous map.
— Jack Vance, Trullion: Alastor 2262
In the dog days, when Altair and Denebset toward western waters, Vegaflaring in their starry wake, the choirof peepers and crickets melds liquidto languid; the first maple leaves ripenand curl to red fists; pine needles spreadgold scripture across the water;nuthatch feet circle tree trunks--gentle scrivenersscribing the dawn of dying days.
— Ken Craft, The Indifferent World
Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.
— Keri Hulme
...escaping Neph's magic was impossible. He could sooner tear stars form the heavens.
— Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows
I dreamt that I was old. And you – you were beside me.Forever young – in your hand, a cup of stars.
— Joanne Harris
Sometimes, I like to pick the brightest star and wish upon it. Pop always said to wish on falling stars, but I've never seen any.”	“Me, neither.” He paused and finally let himself look at her. “What do you wish for?”	Her cheeks turned a soft pink and she smiled. “If I told you,” she whispered, “it wouldn't come true.
— Willowy Whisper, The Letter
Wolves, and stars, and snow: Those things made sense.
— Katherine Rundell
When the stars fall into darkness, I will quietly shine for you.
— Mika Yamamori
The two evening stars were now shining side by side. The smaller one had moved over to the big one. They were very close now, almost touching, and then they went together and become one very large star.I don't know if things like that are fair or not.
— Richard Brautigan, In Watermelon Sugar
If you ask people where they're from, they will typically say the name of the city where they were born, or perhaps the place on Earth's surface where they spent their formative years. Nothing wrong with that. But an astrochemically richer answer might be, "I hail from the explosive jetsam of a multitude of high-mass stars that died more than 5 billion years ago.
— Neil deGrasse Tyson, Death by Black Hole: And Other Cosmic Quandaries
As I write this entry, I touch a saber-tooth tiger skull in my office. Without stars there could be no skulls
— Clifford A. Pickover, The Physics Book: From the Big Bang to Quantum Resurrection, 250 Milestones in the History of Physics
The sky is falling. The sky is falling.And I fear you won’t believe it until you’re covered in stars
— Emalynne Wilder, Infinite Dolls
The stars flash out of the dark and disappear, but not for people to see. We're just people. And we flash into life and disappear, but not for the stars to see. They're just stars.How strange, strange, strange. Being alive, feeling, thinking __
— Mary Stolz
And if I consume another mortal’s flesh, will I like god before me, shit a million stars upon the naked, wretched sky?
— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
The starry night sky echoed across my thoughts, the expanse of my own void filtered in its quiet solitude.
— Gina Marinello-Sweeney, The Rose and the Sword
at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me
— A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence
I love to watch Summer SkyFlashy yet calm!It feels I'm one of them...Sometime it seems they are streaming down!
— Irfa Adam
If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
The stars were so many and so white they looked like chips of ice, hammered through the fabric of the sky.
— Anthony Doerr, About Grace
From this day forward, you will be my sun at dawn and my stars at night, and I vow to love and cherish you for all our days.
— Marissa Meyer, Fairest
There were never enough stars in the sky to count how many times a day he fell in love with her.
— Jewel E. Ann, Dawn of Forever
The stars in the sky are immeasurable.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
It doesnot matter; there’s many a heavenly body in the lot crowding upon us ofa night that mankind had never heard of, it being outside the sphereof its activities and of no earthly importance to anybody but to theastronomers who are paid to talk learnedly about its composition,weight, path--the irregularities of its conduct, the aberrations of itslight--a sort of scientific scandal-mongering.
— Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim
With her right index finger she slowly spells words on Grace's skin.Don't let me go crazy.The moon is pale and vast. The stars so sharp they almost hurt.
— Helen Humphreys, Leaving Earth
I’m still thanking all the stars, one by one.
— Marissa Meyer, Winter
You are both stars, don’t forget.When the stars exploded billions ofyears ago, they formed everythingthat is this world. The moon, thetrees, everything we know isstardust. So don’t forget. Youare stardust.- ROSE PEDDLER
— Richard Linklater, Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays
Whoever designed this city built it to complement the setting sun as perfectly as the stars complement the night.
— Sara Raasch, Ice Like Fire
We will know which stars to visit. Our descendants will then skim the light years, the children of Thales and Aristarchus, Leonardo and Einstein.
— Carl Sagan, Cosmos
Oh sky...I won't ask so much as to become the sun or the moon, just one of the stars in between...
— Lucia Jang
A billion stars above us coat the sky white. It would have been beautiful back home, but not here. Here it is the ever present reminder that we are all alone and insignificant.
— Jennifer Arnett
In the storm-lit darkness, the beaded sweat and raindrops on her arm were like so many glittering stars, and her skin was like a span of night sky.
— Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
And maybe the only reason we have to fall back down to grow again is the same cause for the sun to rise and sink: our stars need time to shine at night to heal, to heal.
— Anonymous
The glow flares bright—bright as the billion-year-old light around us. Bright as a sun.Almost every particle in the universe was once part of a star.First, hydrogen condensing and collapsing, bringing radiance to the void.Furnaces burning bright, then fading, giving all they had left back into the cosmos.Carbon and oxygen. Iron and gold.Vast clouds swirling with their own gravity. Coalescing and disintegrating.Generation to generation.The remnants of stellar alchemy, stirring into life, then consciousness.Crawling from the oceans. Taking to the skies.And from there, back to the stars that birthed them.A perfect circle.
— Amie Kaufman, Illuminae
The love that moves the sun and all the other starsThe kind of love that can burn the world or raise it up in glory
— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels
The fires of nightthrough distance danceghosts who still know how to sing
— Tamara Rendell, Mystical Tides
Some of us are looking at the stars, but all of us are living in the gutter.
— Vann Chow, The White Man and the Pachinko Girl
Hawai'i is the only place in the fifty states where you can see the stars of the entire northern and southern hemispheres. Here, stars that can't be seen from the mainland are visible, along with stars that aren't visible from Australia.
— John Richard Stephens, Hawai'i Bathroom Book, The
I love you, Emma, to the moon and stars,” he whispered as his sobs ebbed.“I love you beyond the moon and all its glory. I love you brighter than the stars could ever burn in the sky, brat,” I answered back.
— Amelia Hutchins, Darkest Before Dawn
The More Loving OneLooking up at the stars, I know quite wellThat, for all they care, I can go to hell,But on earth indifference is the leastWe have to dread from man or beast.How should we like it were stars to burnWith a passion for us, we could not return?If equal affection cannot be,Let the more loving one be me.Admirer as I think I amOf stars that do not give a damn,I cannot, now I see them, sayI missed one terribly all day.Were all stars to disappear or die,I should learn to look at an empty skyAnd feel its total dark sublime,Though this might take me a little time.
— W.H. Auden
It was still twilight when they reached the flat rock. They sat, and the stone still held the warmth of the day's sun. At first there were only occasional sparkles, but as it got darker Chuck was lost in a daze pf delight as a galaxy of fireflies twinkled on and off, flinging upward in a blaze of light, dropping earthward like falling stars, moving in contiuous effervescent dance.
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet
You have divine abilities for a great mission.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Bardur and the boy had leaned back a bit and looked at the sparkling sky that makes us humble and powerful at once and seems sometimes to speak to us. What is says carefully cleanses old wounds.
— Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The things that were once sweet to me are now bitter. The sun is not half so bright. The stars seem dimmer. All this wealth and luxury feels meaningless. All the world is in your shadow, Zahra. I cannot help but see you when I close my eyes.
— Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish
The light is amber, the air still; the daylilies have folded in on themselves. Soon, the hooded blue of dusk will fall, followed by the darkness of night and the sky writing of the stars, indecipherable to us mortals, despite our attempts to force narrative upon them.
— Elizabeth Berg
Those cloudy nights when the stars fail to appear, I miss them terribly. But I know in my heart they are still there and, sometimes knowing has to be enough
— Barbara Lieberman, To Miss The Stars
The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.
— Laurie Halse Anderson, The Impossible Knife of Memory
In the effort to reach the stars and change the world, make sure you touch a heart and change a life.
— Stella Payton
What are you thinking of discovering?"Moomintroll cleared his throat and felt very proud. "Oh, everything," he said. "Stars, for example!"Snufkin was deeply impressed."Stars!" he exclaimed. "Then I must come with you. Stars are my favorite things. I always lie and look at them before I go to sleep, and wonder who is on them and how one could get there. The sky looks so friendly with all those little eyes twinkling in it.
— Tove Jansson, Comet in Moominland
I remember thinking as a child that diamonds were stars that fell from the sky as shooting stars. You can only imagine my disappointment at learning the truth of them. I still prefer the stars.
— Barbara Lieberman, To Miss The Stars
Humanity could be clutching the frail barque of an outmoded world view while the wind of the mind is swaying the stars into very real craft, and out of them is coming… a faint call for help from a lady in a flowered dress.
— Whitley Strieber, Communion: A True Story
You have constellationsgrowing under your skin.starlight in the blood spilledwhen they stole your feathers
— Miriam Joy, Broken Body Fragile Heart
Overhead shone the great star of the constellation of Lyra, destined to be the polar star for men who will live tens of thousands of years after we have ceased to be.
— Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian
Come let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
— John Milton, Milton's Comus
He shook his head. "No, we do. I may be a little buzzed and really fucking horny, but I also need you to know that I love you. I should have said it the first time months ago, and I will keep saying it every damn day. I love you more than every single star in the Louisiana sky above us.
— Magan Vernon, A Paper Trail
Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.
— Nikita Gill
She met a boyand called him Stargazerbecause instead of poemshe recited the names of constellations.He said the freckles on his armswere roadmaps to the sky,and the bruises that he carriedwere supernovas in disguise."Stargazer
— Alaska Gold, Growing Light
This is my favorite time of day. When the sun is setting and the last of its fiery fingers caress the water line before relinquishing their hold to the darkness of the night. And I can watch as the stars pop out, one by one, to pinprick the sky with their silvery light.
— J.A. Souders, Revelations
In the City of Light, the stars are blind. Our constellations do not reside in the skies.
— RJ Arkhipov
If I'm confused, or upset, or angry, if I can go out and look at the stars I'll almost always get back a sense of proportion. It's not that they make me feel insignificant; it's the very opposite; they make me feel that everything matters, be it ever so small, and that there's meaning to life even when it seems most meaningless.
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Ring of Endless Light
The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.
— Alison Croggon, The Riddle
You never get tired of looking at the stars
— Warren Ellis, The Planetary Omnibus
Where do you go when you're lonely?Where do you go when you're blue?Where do you go when you're lonely?I'll follow youWhen the stars go blue.
— Ryan Adams
Keep your faith in all things hidden. We believe in the stars when we cannot see them. We believe in the sun when it no longer shines for us. And we believe in the universal truth even when it is not shown clearly.
— Hilary Thompson, Lexan's Pledge
I gazed up at the stars as I waited. They twinkled down at me, like a huge handful of diamonds someone had coated in glue and thrown on the ceiling.
— Kelly Batten, One Day You'll Find Me
He believed the stars were wishes, and that one day they would all come true.
— Daniel Wallace, Big Fish
A confused labyrinth of smoky starsentangles my hopes,which are nearly faded
— Federico García Lorca
I looked not for shooting stars but for fixed ones, and I would try to imagine what kind of life lived in those celestial tidal pools so far from us.
— Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation
The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
There is in each person, in every animal, bird and plant a star which mirrors, matches or is in some sense the same as a star in the heavens.
— Paracelsus
We’re both made of stars, Jory Birch. Everybody is.
— Kirsten Hubbard, Watch the Sky (Single Title
It's only people, as far as we know, who look up at the stars and wonder what they are.
— Ian Leslie, Curious: The Desire to Know and Why Your Future Depends On It
Amazingly, I can still see the stars: whole galaxies blooming from nothing - pink and purple suns, vast silver oceans, a thousand white moons.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
I watched the stars and thought of other lives.
— David Mitchell
She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell—even the stars didn’t stand a chance.
— Katherine McIntyre, Poisoned Apple
We're STARDUST! Thanks to those initial stars who sacrificed their precious lives for us!
— Abhishek Kumar, Stardust Family - We Are One!
I slowly climbed the porch steps while wondering, what exactly did Elias know about my life in London; what precisely was wrong with his mind...And what was the heaviest item in my bag.
— Jonathan Friesen
It is a clusterfuck of stars.
— Wendy Wunder
She said, 'People are like stars, but it's stories that turn us into constellations. If we don't tell our stories, we burn alone in the dark.
— Jessica Khoury, Kalahari
People are like stars in the night sky, all are not equal, but still, everyone shines.
— Joe Mari Fadrigalan
Of course I have a name. All the stars do.
— Amber Stokes, How a Star Falls
When we are unable to change an event that has already been written in the stars, we are always presented the opportunity to surrender to the heart and find a new pathway to peace. Understanding Divine Reason allows us to honor God’s Divine Plan.
— Molly Friedenfeld
How strange it was, I thought, that when the tiny though thousandfold beauties of the Earth disappeared and the immeasurable beauty of outer space rose in the distant quiet splendor of light, man and the greatest number of other creatures were supposed to be asleep! Was it because we were only permitted to catch a fleeting glimpse of those great bodies and then only in the mysterious time of a dream world, those great bodies about which man had only the slightest knowledge but perhaps one day would be permitted to examine more closely? Or was it permitted for the great majority of people to gaze at the starry firmament only in brief, sleepless moments so that the splendor wouldn't become mundane, so that the greatness wouldn't be diminished?
— Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer
As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.
— Katherine McIntyre, Poisoned Apple
God’s promises are like the stars
—  the darker the night the brighter they shine.
A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.
— Kathryn Davis, Duplex
People in hell want snowcones.
— Nora Roberts
She said his music was tuned to the biggest music there ever was, the music of the stars.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
And all I could see would be stars. And stars are the places where the molecules that life is made of were constructed billions of years ago. For example, all the iron in your blood which stops you from being anemic was made in a star.
— Mark Haddon
I found Bill in the sky. In the stars. Like on your ceiling.
— Adrienne Stoltz
Whose destinies can be in these stars, which appear not to those who inhabit the northern regions?' said Amine, as she cast her eyes above, and watched them in their brightness; 'and what does that falling meteor portend? What causes its rapid descent from heaven?''Do you then put faith in stars, Amine?''In Araby we do; and why not? They were not spread over the sky to give light—for what then?''To beautify the world. They have their uses, too.''Then you agree with me—they have their uses, and the destinies of men are there concealed. My mother was one of those who could read them well. Alas! For me they are a sealed book.''Is it not better so, Amine?''Better!—say better to grovel on this earth with our selfish, humbled race, wandering in mystery and awe, and doubt, when we can communicate with the intelligences above! Does not the soul leap at her admission to confer with superior powers? Does not the proud heart bound at the feeling that its owner is one of those more gifted than the usual race of mortals? Is it not a noble ambition?''A dangerous one—most dangerous.''And therefore most noble. They seem as if they would speak to me; look at yon bright star—it beckons to me.
— Frederick Marryat, The Phantom Ship
My God, what a sensation to be an atom in the scheme of such grandiosity. The allurement, the jazz, and the physics of it all . . .
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Supposing I know of a flower that is absolutely unique, that is nowhere to be found except on my planet, and any minute that flower could accidentally be eaten up by a little lamb, isn't that important? If a person loves a flower that is the only one of its kind on all the millions and millions of stars, then gazing at the night sky is enough to make him happy. He says to himself "My flower is out there somewhere." But if the lamb eats the flower, then suddenly it's as if all the stars had stopped shining. Isn't that important?
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Decades can pass,You can move countries,Wars can be fought,People can die,People can change,But the stars stay the same.They stay constant,They are really the only reliable things in life
— NorthByNorth, Saving Elliot
For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.
— Susanna Clarke, The Sandman: Book of Dreams
This is how he came out: he floated into the air high above the sleeping forest, his green hat spinning a few feet above his head. In his hand was the open suitcase and out of it spilled a whole sky of stars.
— Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun
I saw the first light, fore-running the sun, gather in a cup of the eastern cloud, gather and grow and brim, till at last it spilled like milk over the golden lip, to smear the dark face of heaven from end to end. From east to north, and back to south again, the clouds slackened, the stars, trembling on the verge of extinction, guttered in the dawn wind, and the gates of day were ready to open at the trumpet. . .
— Mary  Stewart, Madam, Will You Talk?
You are your shining star. Arise and shine your star.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
She herself, as she had said, was oddly enjoying the snowy night. She had seldom had reason to be abroad in such weather at night, and she had forgotten, or never noticed, how clear the sky was or how brightly the stars twinkled down. They might have been the only ones alive in the whole world, for it was deadly still, the eerie light giving the night almost a magical quality. Everyday items were rendered mysterious and beautiful by their layer of white, and the only sounds were those they made, of creaking leather and the crisp squeak of snow underfoot.
— Dawn Lindsey, The Great Lady Tony
Courtesy, not control, that was His means. Just as He requested the stars to sing and they leapt into bright being, so request was to be their rule over bird and beast, seas and trees, mountains and moons and all the dancing distances between the heavenlies filled with the unending song of Creation.
— Geoffrey Wood
We may be lost stars in an ocean of constellations on a dark night but do remember we both belong to the same sky. I breathe the same air that you breathe, we both look at the same luminosity above us. You are the music and I am the lyrics.
— Elizabeth E. Castillo
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
— Christopher Marlowe
What were all of them, really, but bits of something else? Bits of stars?
— Kameron Hurley, Rapture
Above them, stars shine in constellations that Jenny recognizes from the ceiling of her father's house, the ones Mom and Dad helped her put up when she was in third grade. Constellations with names like Fire Truck and Ladybug Come Home, constellations that you won't find in any astronomer's catalogue.
— Yoon Ha Lee, Conservation of Shadows
You can’t say ‘Oh my stars.’ ‘Oh my stars’ is not a thing, and it makes no sense. The whole point of that saying is that you’re calling out to someone for help, and stars are not ‘someone,’ and certainly not capable of helping.” The words were out and gone before I realized what was happening. Grace just stared back at me, and I wanted so badly to shake the girl and make her realize that life couldn’t be all overalls and pink rain boots and guardian stars. I wanted to make her realize that sometimes you had to work.
— Natalie Bina, Never Trust a Happy Song
Adonai, your creations are your reflections, and they show us that you are amazing. Thank you for even the stars up above, that those that look upon them may enjoy their majesty and splendor.
— Kate Hasbrouck, Homecoming
They're crystal blue, a shade that shouldn't exist on the human body, I shade I immediately crave, a shade that makes my heart beat a little bit faster--almost as if I recognize it. I want to steal it, paint it, throw it into every room I ever decorate. It's the most perfect blue I've ever seen. Even from this distance his eyes are simply remarkable.
— Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars
Steinbeck wrote about the tide pools and how profoundly they illustrate the interconnectedness of all things, folded together in an ever-expanding universe that's bound by the elastic string of time. He said that one should look from the tide pool to the stars, and then back again in wonder.
— Robyn Schneider, The Beginning of Everything
Each person is a vast territory of undiscovered mystery as nebulous and uncharted as the deepest oceans and expanses of space.
— Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life
Stars are attributed w/ intelligence they don't have, beauty they haven't worked for, loyaly & love they are incapable of reciprocating, and strength they do not possess. They are treated like a beautiful vase of cut flowers. When wilted, simply replaced w/ new blooms.
— Pete Townshend
Smiling now, Michael Dawn sat on his rooftop, gazing at the stars above him, just like men had done for thousands of years. Out there lay secrets and mysteries that an eternity could never unravel, worlds he could only imagine. Yet looking at them then, it all seemed so surreal. As if the only purpose the stars had in this world was to shine their tiny points of light down on him that evening. To give him something beautiful and breathtaking to admire. Maybe that was their only purpose. Maybe trying to get more out of them, trying to travel among them and shed light on things that were better left unexposed, had been the trouble all along.
— John A. Ashley, The Lost Tribe
In cities it is useless to look at the stars or to describe them, worship them, or seek direction from them. When lost, one should follow the tracks of the camels.
— Rawi Hage, Carnival
I put back my head, looking up at the deep black sky swimming with hot stars. If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as Van Gogh saw them, without difficulty . . . and looking into that illuminated void, you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is - immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you.
— Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood
The evening starIs the mostbeautifulof all stars
— Sappho, Sappho: A New Translation
...You are my compass star." And he was hers.
— Diana Peterfreund, For Darkness Shows the Stars
Stars were golden unicorns neighing unheard through blue meadows.
— William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
Stars grounded her. Their distance offered perspective when she couldn't see beyond her own pain
— Lauren Kate, Teardrop
There’s a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realizes it’s actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
It was a star," Mrs. Whatsit said sadly. "A star giving up its life in battle with the Thing. It won, oh, yes, my children, it won. But it lost its life in the winning.
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time
Mens videt astra.(The soul sees the stars.)
— Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns
Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows.
— William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
This probably isn’t something you’re supposed to say at a moment like this, but I think the moon is seriously overrated.” A moment like what? I bite my cheeks, taming the grin that threatens to take over my face.“And the stars?” I ask, once the smile is under control.“Wildly underrated,” he declares with a grin. He looks up again. “The sky is a storybook,” he says then. “Every constellation’s like its own fairy tale.
— Lauren Miller, Parallel
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
The velvet tapestry of the night curved from horizon to horizon, flecked with thousands of tiny stars. There seemed all the more of them, for as well as filling the sky, they shimmered in an elegant ballet on the waves, the sea itself giving them life.
— Mary-Jean Harris, Aizai the Forgotten
Adolescence impelled her eyes to stay at an even keel, to deal with the ground before flickering to the heavens. Night became not dotted with fairy clouds of celestial brilliance, but simply the time when the sun was out of sight.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
The stars were so simple when she was a kid, a smattering of glowing dust circling the Earth. She did not then know that each was a sun, most considerably more massive than the daylight one she knew.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
All of it—for this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have.
— Meagan Spooner, These Broken Stars
I made a wish on a sliver of moonlightA sly grin and a bowl full of stars
— Tom Waits
But if a man be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
Not every one of us sees the beauty of the stars and innocence of the moon by looking at sky.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Consider now the Milky Way. Here also we see an innumerable dust, only the grains of this dust are no longer atoms but stars; these grains also move with great velocities, they act at a distance one upon another, but this action is so slight at great distances that their trajectories are rectilineal; nevertheless, from time to time, two of them may come near enough together to be deviated from their course, like a comet that passed too close to Jupiter. In a word, in the eyes of a giant, to whom our Suns were what our atoms are to us, the Milky Way would only look like a bubble of gas.
— Henri Poincaré, Science and Method
And what is I was only supposed to burn for a certain amount of time?" I whispered. "What if I was only meant to shine for a while?""Then you truly don't know what stars are meant to do."I looked at him in wonder."They are meant to give us hope in the face of infinity".
— Karina Halle, Love, in English
The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between the chimneys. The sky was still dark - a sated, navy-blue woman - but the grass was jittery with the expectation of dawn.
— Peter S. Beagle, A Fine and Private Place
Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.
— Paul Hawken
Meanwhile the Cosmos is rich beyond measure: the total number of stars in the universe is greater than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.
— Carl Sagan, Cosmos
but you do not think much about the stars. They are always there. Look at them when you have a moment.
— Mary Jane Ward, The Snake Pit
Bette Davis lived long enough to hear the Kim Carnes song, 'Bette Davis Eyes'. The lyrics to that song were not very interesting. But the fact of the song was the proof of an acknowledgement that in the twentieth century we lived through an age of immense romantic personalities larger than life, yet models for it, too - for good or ill. Like twin moons, promising a struggle and an embrace, the Davis eyes would survive her - and us. Kim Carnes has hardly had a consistent career, but that one song - sluggish yet surging, druggy and dreamy - became an instant classic. It's like the sigh of the islanders when they behold their Kong. And I suspect it made the real eyes smile, whatever else was on their mind.
— David Thomson, Bette Davis
Only a foolish soul would love the stars. As beautiful as they are, they will burn you. Regardless of your best intentions.
— Kendal Rob
You travelamong the starswhilst I grovelupon this earth.Deep down I knew,it would takeseveral more lifetimesbefore I couldreach you.
— Xue Yun
The night was as dark by this time as it would be until morning; and what light we had, seemed to come from the river than the sky, as the oars in their dipping struck at a few reflected stars.
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
When we die, our bodies turn to dust,” he says. “If you were nobody of consequence, you're forgotten unless you do something worth remembering.” When he looks my way, I purse my lips and look down. “Otherwise, you're just another place marker in the ground. These buildings will rot here, their bodies are above the ground taunting us with what we did wrong as a people. Reminding us of the evil we're capable of. They are constant.
— Celia McMahon, Skye
Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be ... But i expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.
— Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs
Few of us have seen the stars as folk saw them then - our cities and towns cast too much light into the night - but, from the village of Wall, the stars were laid out like worlds or like ideas, uncountable as the trees in a forest or the leaves on a tree.
— Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Head for the moon. If you miss, you will still be among the stars
— David Gandy
I went outside. Tried taking in the billions of stars above, lingering long enough to allow each point of light the chance to scratch a deep hole in the back of my retina, so that when I finally did turn to face the dark surrounding forest I thought I saw the billion eyes of a billion cats blinking out, in the math of the living, the sum of the universe, the stories of history , a life older than anyone could have ever imagined. And even after they were gone--fading away together, as if they really were one--something still lingered in those sweet folds of black pine , sitting quietly, almost as if it too were waiting for something to wake.
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
And now, I needed the stars. Not the explosive ones that hurled out tongues of gas and, along with gravity, hammered out the planets. I needed the comforting ones that twinkled like a childhood song, that spun about my head, my head alone as I watched them. I was the ‘one who knows’ after all. I was…consciousness.
— William David Hannah, Angels of the Quantum Gate
The sky pulsed with stars. Some people say it makes them lonesome when they stare up at the night sky. I can't imagine why. There's no shortage of company. By now there's not a constellation I can't name. Orion. Lupus. Serpens. Hercules. Draco. My father taught me all of their stories. So when I look up I see a galaxy of adventures and heroes and villains, all jostling together and trying to outdo one another, and I sometimes want to tell them to hush up and not distract me with their chatter. I've glimpsed all the stars ever discovered by astronomers, and plenty that haven't been.
— Kenneth Oppel, Airborn
A dreamer is a gifted man ,who, plucks out his dreams of sparkling stars.
— Kristian Goldmund Aumann
The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.
— Sara Sheridan, Brighton Belle
Manfried imagined the stars to be jewels shining in the depths of a long-sealed crypt and, drifting off, he almost glimpsed himself prying open the lid of night and stuffing his pockets with the glittering gems.
— Jesse Bullington, The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart
The mathematical giant [Gauss], who from his lofty heights embraces in one view the stars and the abysses …
— Farkas Bolyai
We are of dust from the stars.
— Vannary Rang
Did you know that the center of a Protostar (the star in the middle of a nebula) is called a Nuclear Furnace? So you can call that the star's "heart." The heart of a star is a furnace. Not much unlike the human heart.
— C. JoyBell C.
the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights
— John Geddes
Just like an angel, the lovely one and the cuteAll the beauty together in your funny sulky looks Innocent, like the kids, like the pigeons in my garden Magnetic attraction, awesome, amazing and the super astuteImmortal charming, like the moon and the starsElegant, stylish, you must be very tasty, fruit
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
Wolf Star shines on wintry high
— Gazing northward by and by.Ice and snow on shorelines lie
And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky in two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft color of dawn.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
When you do the math and examine how much energy is produced per atomic union, you find that fusing anything to iron’s twenty-six protons costs energy. That means post-ferric fusion* does an energy-hungry star no good. Iron is the final peal of a star’s natural life.
— Sam Kean, The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements
It’s like losing gravity and falling into space – the moment of pitching headlong when the endlessness of space asserts itself and there is no more down, only an eternity of up, and you realize you can fall forever and never run out of stars.
— Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets
In the year 3,000,002,012 the Andromeda Galaxy may collide with our Milky Way. At first this sounds miserable, like a collision of two bird flocks. But galaxy members fly farly, not tip to tip. In a galactic collision the stars do not actually collide—as with crisscrossing marching bands, only the interstices collide. (Oh to be like a galaxy, to mingle without wrecking. But then we would have to be composed of so much more sky.) The spaces between stars are so wide that thousands of galaxies have to converge before the stars will crash.
— Amy Leach, Things That Are
When I die, I will return to where I first came from. Back to the stars.
— Amani Abbas
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,And pavement stars—as starts to thee appearSoon in the galaxy, that milky wayWhich mightly as a circling zone thou seestPowder'd wiht stars.
— John Milton
Some tourist think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a ciry of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
The grandeur of space, dig it. Zillions of stars, each one gets its own pixel.”“Awesome.”“Maybe, but it’s code’s all it is.
— Thomas Pynchon, Bleeding Edge
Those shiny eyes like the stars in the sky; but black and brown, And those beautiful lips like the flowers but sugary And those kind smells, lovable but with no purpose All meant to be for me? Someone must have been praying and wishing me the whole world
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
Living as an entity under a filled with stars sky and seeking for intuition, a voice whispers from your heart, for soul is unchained from whatever pulls it down, while what she is craving for is but only Ascension towards Divine ”.
— Katerina Kostaki, Cosmic Light
for the first time in an age, he saw the beauty of the stars, rather than the darkness between them.
— Darren White, Memes of Loss and Devotion
Thereafter were the stars persuaded to depict compasses and quadrants, stripped of their names, given numbers, all but regimented into a grid, before they had had enough and reverted to their old subjects: dogs, dragons, herdsmen, bears. Take heed, worldly fashion—someone may trust you up to a point, but if you push him too far you will lose all the power you ever had over him and he will blaze up and turn into a bear.
— Amy Leach, Things That Are
Someday, Sarah, someone will come along and give you the moon, and the stars too.
— Betty Neels, Roses Have Thorns
In Anton Chekhov’s play the Three Sisters, sister Masha refuses ‘to live and not know why the cranes fly, why children are born, why the stars are in the sky. Either you know and you’re alive or it’s all nonsense, all dust in the wind.’ Why? Why? The striving to know is what frees us from the bonds of self, said Einstein. It’s the striving to know, rather than our knowledge-which is always tentative and partial- that is important. Instead of putting computers in our elementary schools, we should take the children out into nature, away from those virtual worlds in which they spend unconscionable hours, and let them see an eclipsed Moon rising in the east, a pink pearl. Let them stand in a morning dawn and watch a slip of a comet fling its trail around the Sun…Let the children know. Let them know that nothing, nothing will find in the virtual world of e-games, television, or the Internet matters half as much as a glitter of strs on an inky sky, drawing our attention into the incomprehensible mystery of why the universe is here at all, and why we are here to observe it. The winter Milky Way rises in the east, one trillion individually invisible points of light, one trillion revelations of the Ultimate Mystery, conferring on the watcher a dignity, a blessedness, that confounds the dull humdrum of the commonplace and opens a window to infinity.
— Chet Raymo, An Intimate Look at the Night Sky
FIREFLAKES: The stars
—  as transitory as snowflakes only their transitoriness is protracted.
The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes...
— Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, staining her feet.The stars touched midnight.
— Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
Springtime blooms the starry treeBearing fruit the mariners see.High by night and low by dawnThe silver apple guides us home.
— F.T. McKinstry, The Gray Isles
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
— Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger
I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .
— H.P. Lovecraft
Throughout the hours of the night, though there had been few to hear it, the whole sky had been loud with the singing of these constellations.
— Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey
I didn't mean to tell you," Mrs. Whatsit faltered. "I didn't mean ever to let you know. But oh, my dears, I did so love being a star!" "Yyouu are sstill verry yyoungg," Mrs Witch said, her voice faintly chiding. The Medium sat looking happily at the star-filled sky in her ball, smiling, and nodding and chuckling gently. But Meg noticed that her eyes were drooping, and suddenly her head fell forward and she gave a faint snore."Poor thing," Mrs Whatsit said, "we've worn her out. It's very hard work for her.
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time