stars

If it meant brighter stars, she would follow God into the darkness.

When it came to talking with God, I wanted to believe he was like those stars. If I looked, he__ be there. I__ lost a lot of things in the years that led up to this point - shoes and keys and books and boyfriends - but I never lost that hope

You are the light. Rise and shine.

There are 300 billion stars in the Milky Way Galaxy, and there are over 100 billion galaxies in the universe. In all of this vastness there is, and will ever be, only one of you. Who you are is the rarest and most unique thing in the universe - value yourself accordingly.

Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition.

The past and the future were starlight, seemingly so close, but forever out of reach. Eli felt that starlight, the infinity of knowing nothing but his finite existence.

Aim for the moon, but in your way there don't forget to dance with the stars and shine as bright as the sun.

Stars are out and there is seaenough beneath the glistening earthto bear me toward the futurewhich is not so dark. I see.

Any system which allows men to choose their own future will end by choosing safety and mediocrity, and in such a Reality the stars are out of reach.

She had no idea what the future would hold for any of them, beyond possibilities as infinite as the stars. And really, that was enough.

Creativity is in the heart of the dreamer.

Thoughts are like burning stars, and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe.

The portieres were drawn across the French windows now, veiling the stars outside - that were there nevertheless. ("Speak To Me Of Death")

Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I__ ever come across.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest_ trapping us both in a stainless cage.