star

The dead appear to us in dreams because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star...

Why does he strive to reach for that star? It's the very star he lives upon! He works. He reaches. He struggles. He seeks. He finds! ...Never knowing he possessed it all along.

Nick spreads cream cheese on my bagel for me because it__ hard to do with one hand. You need to hold the bagel and everything.__ou are the nicest boyfriend ever,_ I tell him and kiss his cheek.__ag,_ Devyn says.__ou__e just jealous,_ Nick teases him and points his plastic knife at Devyn. __hich is ridiculous because you are the star of the school now that the wheelchair is totally gone. Everyone is talking about you.___tar of the school?_ Devyn asks. He takes a swig of Gatorade.__ll the girls._ Nick gestures to the girls giggling behind them. __hey like miracles. It__ sexy. Remember how much play Jay Dahlberg got when he came back from being abducted?_ He does not add by pixies because he does not have to.__eally?_ Devyn does this cheesy and really fake eyebrow wiggle thing so he looks like some sleezy porn dog.

You're an original, an individual, a masterpiece. Celebrate that; don't let your uniqueness make you shy. Don't be someone other than the wonder you are. Every star is important to the sky.

She saw him like he was the only star in the whole damn sky. Like he was the only bridge between her sanity and madness.

He looked at me like I was the stars when all I__ ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.

A star is drawing on some vast reservoir of energy by means unknown to us. This reservoir can scarcely be other than the subatomic energy which, it is known exists abundantly in all matter; we sometimes dream that man will one day learn how to release it and use it for his service. The store is well nigh inexhaustible, if only it could be tapped. There is sufficient in the Sun to maintain its output of heat for 15 billion years.

You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled by the lessor light of the moon. During this time I restore my temple, and later awake to greet the awesome radiance of the sun-star.

I see you from afar__ragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me.Even though there's no use.Even though it's futile.Even though it's way past too late.

He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?

Deep down inside, my heart knew the score.And I know that Haven was wrong.It's not always a case of one loving more than the other.When two people are truly meant to be, they love equally.Differently - but still equal.

And I start to say, no.Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away.Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me.But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things.And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.

Every time he saw her he realised the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.

A shining star will never lose it's luster, because Christ causes it to shine!

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.

When along the pavement,Palpitating flames of life,People flicker around me,I forget my bereavement,The gap in the great constellation,The place where a star used to be