“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
“She wanted it so keenly that a spark of hope wedged between her ribs like one of those stars, glimmering against all reason.”
“I like the stars. It s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...”
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
“I love the stars. Because they can t say anything. I love the stars. Because they do not judge anyone.”
“Happiness is always there. You just have to choose to see it. There s no point dwelling in the dark and ignoring the light of the stars.”
“Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.”
“When you listen to me, I think the stars will fall.”
“Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.”
“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?”
“I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break. Inside, though, I was already broken.”
“One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number and depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.”
“I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.”
“Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.”
“Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.”
“and everything burned in blue, everything a star”
“Stars and shadows ain t good to see by.”