Shooting Stars Quotes

“I have realized; it is during the times I am far outside my element that I experience myself the most. That I see and feel who I really am, the most! I think that's what a comet is like, you see, a comet is born in the outer realms of the universe! But it's only when it ventures too close to our sun or to other stars that it releases the blazing "tail" behind it and shoots brazen through the heavens! And meteors become sucked into our atmosphere before they burst like firecrackers and realize that they're shooting stars! That's why I enjoy taking myself out of my own element, my own comfort zone, and hurling myself out into the unknown. Because it's during those scary moments, those unsure steps taken, that I am able to see that I'm like a comet hitting a new atmosphere: suddenly I illuminate magnificently and fire dusts begin to fall off of me! I discover a smile I didn't know I had, I uncover a feeling that I didn't know existed in me... I see myself. I'm a shooting star. A meteor shower. But I'm not going to die out. I guess I'm more like a comet then. I'm just going to keep on coming back.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.”
― Nikita Gill

“CALL YOURSELF

Look deep in the mirror
And say: 'I LOVE YOU'
And immediately
An electric current will
Ripple throughout your soul
And burst through your eyes
Like shooting stars
Dancing across the skies
In ecstasy.
To tell your soul you love it -
Is like remembering
WHO YOU ARE
After being in a coma
For a hundred years.
Your face will beam the light
Of a hundred galaxies.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Did you know that a bee dies after he stings you? And that there's a star called Aldebaran? And that around the tenth of August, any year, you can look up in the sky at night and see dozens and dozens of shooting stars?”
― Elizabeth Enright, Then There Were Five

“Do not allow yourself to be full of hate, princess. Hate is a heavy thing. It weighs us down, chaining us in a dark place. You focus on your love. If you want to be free of this heavy darkness you feel, focus on your love. Love is a chariot with a skeleton key to the chains which hate can wrap around you. To love is to be free.”
― H.D. Gordon, Shooting Stars

“Never fall in love with stargazers – always with accelerated affection. Their love disappears in the blink of an eye like a shooting star.”
― RSCruz

“In your life you will meet shooting stars. You will see them, make your wish and see them disappear.”
― Nahiar Ozar

“The Shooting Star Charm

To Be Lucky in Love, You Must First Believe in Miracles”
― Viola Shipman, The Charm Bracelet

“What are we but shooting stars, hoping to shine long enough to make at least one soul believe in the magic.”
― Sherry Namdeo

“I saw 2 shooting stars tonight & made 1 wish. It was beautiful.”
― April Mae Monterrosa

“Everyone know—or at least, was probably told as a child—that you can make a wish on a shooting star. Not everyone knows that the only way to be sure it will come ture is to speak it aloud before the star disappears, and this is a nearly imposssible fet to manage.”
― Kate Milford, Greenglass House

“Another star crossed the sky, twirling and twisting over itself, as if it were revelling in its own sparkling beauty. It was chased by another, and another, until a brigade of them were unleashed from the edge of the horizon, like a thousand archers had loosed them from mighty bows.

The stars cascaded over us, filling the world with white and blue light. They were like living fireworks, and my breath lodged in my throat as the stars kept on falling and falling.

I'd never seen anything so beautiful.

And when the sky was full with them, when the stars raced and danced and flowed across the world, the music began.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Match Girl

“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

“The star we're looking for isn't so very friendly," said Moomintroll. "Quite the contrary, in fact."
"What did you say?" said Sniff.
Moomintroll went a bit red. "I mean -- stars in general," he said, "big and small, friendly and unfriendly, and so on."
"Can they be unfriendly?" asked Snufkin.
"Yes -- ones with tails," answered Moomintroll. "Comets."
At last it dawned on Sniff. "You're hiding something from me!" he said accusingly. "That pattern we saw everywhere, and you said it didn't mean anything!"
"You're too small to be told everything," answered Moomintroll.
"Too small!" screamed Sniff. "I must say it's a fine thing to take me on an expedition of discovery and not tell me what I'm supposed to be discovering!”
― Tove Jansson, Comet in Moominland

“Promises aren't like shooting stars, if broken you get to make a wish. They are like sheets of paper, once torn they won't carry the same essence.”
― Mohit Kaushik |Yenugwar|

“It’s ironic that we aim for the stars, but many shooting stars kill themselves just to catch a dying glimpse of the radiant face of humanity. It’s like we’re shooting for the stars when those unattainable stars are shooting for the dazzling brilliance of everything that we are.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones, Guru In The Glass: A Mysterious Encounter While Dying To Live The Unlived Life

“You are mortal. You will not last long.'
...
'That's what mortal means,' I say with a sigh that I don't have to fake. 'We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“A shooting star. Make a wish, lo—ahem. Wendy,” Peter whispered.

Wendy laid her head on Peter’s chest and breathed deeply. “I have everything I could ever wish for.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“The starry sky is absolutely gorgeous tonight. Maybe I'll see a shooting star and can make a wish...especially since I'm getting told to get off my phone.”
― April Mae Monterrosa

“I used to hunt for shooting stars. To know they had traveled billions of miles, just to burn and be over in a matter of seconds… that was what mattered to me, really. Not the brightness or the wishes… Just, you know? To see the end of such well-travelled nomads. I didn't want them to die alone.”
― M.N. Arzu, The Librarian: A First Contact Story

“Stars of Fire by Stewart Stafford

At the Gate of Pleiades,
Lies the playground of the Deities,
At The Golden Gate of the Ecliptic,
The Gods' plot and remain cryptic.

Between the claws of Scorpio and Cancer,
At the mercy of the great Zodiacal dancer.
The dilemma on the horns of Aries,
Brushes asides all adversaries.

Venus trails stardust from her hair,
As a supernova across the galaxy flares,
A shooting star is the spear of Orion,
More is the mane of Leo the lion.

Man's Gemini may someday show before us,
As chaste Virgo or the mighty Taurus,
Or be inanimate as the scales of Libra,
Or spread as Cancer or an unchecked fever.

Perhaps these pilgrims have visited us before,
When Sagittarius took the form of the wise Centaur,
Or when Pisces flopped in an Aquarian boat,
Or on a lazy hill to the Capricorn goat.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I've never related to 'super stars' or Hollywood stars. I relate to cosmic stars.”
― Drue Grit

“Heavenly Fire by Stewart Stafford

The Stygian hole of abandon,
Overlaid with a sentry 's cloak,
Now unmasked eyes can see,
Perforations in astral ermine.

Stars crash to this plain,
In all their splintered finery,
As a missive of mortal status,
Decreeing fire is not of this earth.

Like the casting down of Lucifer,
Or Prometheus pirating Zeus's flame,
And when giant reptiles vanished,
Quiet gratitude for this deep shelter.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford

“She missed the simplicity of Dunia’s clearest, darkest skies, pristine and unencumbered from light pollution. The vast canvas of distant galaxies, nebulas, meteorites and shooting stars had always left her in awe. She often went stargazing on the beach outside her father’s official residence, lying on her back looking up at the heavens as she lost herself in their rich, ancient, mysterious beauty.”
― Sky Gold

“Answers are shooting stars in a nebulous firmament. Every burst of outspoken enlightenment fails to betray the vast timeless riddles of their infinite Sphinx-like shimmering. They are older than us, older than the earth and will never willingly yield up their secrets.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Everything seemed to move. The chimney-stacks swept across the Great Bear, the Pleiades were entangled in the elm’s boughs, a shooting star fell with a trail of gold, the trees dropped lower and lower as they climbed above them.”
― Alison Uttley, The Country Child

“Overnight success is one thing, but it takes a lot more than just being a shooting star to make a lasting mark on the world.”
― Roger Macdonald Andrew

“A pas de deux is more than just a partnered dance. Two souls. One body. Entwining together and weaving a story--- evoking a sensation, a memory, a thought. I shut my eyes, remembering how Damien laid me upon the petals and joined his soul with mine. In the heat of summer, he vowed to love me, and we became a part of each other.
We separate, taking our places across the sea.
The tension pent up inside my body slips away as the darkness spills into the water. My dance was always powerful, even when I'm imperfect and fragile and completely surrendered. I know that now.
I fall into my adagio, weightless. Technique no longer matters. Instead, I'm passive to the waves, allowing the current to spin me in pirouettes. The darkness fans out, blooming like a flower.
As I lunge into an arabesque, my fingertips release a nebula. Stars explode across the darkness and create my own galaxy. I fall into a piqué manège, birthing stardust strokes. With quick bourrée steps, constellations sprout across the sea.
The water illuminates as I leap into a grand jeté, sending shooting stars as I fly. The sirens coo, and I welcome them to join me. They spin tendrils of gold into the darkness, using their fish tails like paintbrushes. As they circle me, the ragged dress I wear transforms into a glittering gown, reflecting rainbows when hit by the light. Finally, I embrace the angel I always was.
Filling the distance between me and Damien, I leap into his arms. When he catches me, his darkness feathers into the sea. We entwine, twirling in a whirlpool as the sirens hold us in a glittering lattice.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea