#stars

See the stars, Lily?" She sighed, surrendering. "Of course." "Do you think they can see the sun coming up?" "I don't know. Probably?" "Do you think they're scared?" "They're burning balls of gas, Calder." "Oh, c'mon. Where's the poet in you?" She exhaled, and I sensed her smile. "I see. Well, in that case, yes. They've finally come home. They are triumphant in their midnight kingdom. But the enemy approaches. They have the numbers on their side, but the enemy is bigger, stronger, with a history of winning that goes back to the dawn of time. They're definitvely terrified." I nodded. She understood my analogy. "But they don't run, Calder. ↗

— Anne Greenwood Brown

#lily-calder #stars #courage

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#light #stars #death

I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #death

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day. ↗

— John Green

#john-green #life #the-fault-in-our-stars #death

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#light #night #poetry #stars #death

ignition! blast off!!! the vessel needs a new name! something more appropriate to a starship. apollo? gemini? enterprise. already taken. millennium falcon. trademarked. all rights reserved. no! wait, i have it! dragin star! thats it! dragon star! ↗

— Margaret Weis

#starship #zifnab #death

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think. ↗

— Henry Miller

#blood #eloquent #fecundity #incomprehensible #light

But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky, could anybody stand to know that they all were? ↗

— J. K. Rowling - The Casual Vacancy

#depression #endings #parminder #stars #universe

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back. ↗

— Stephen King

#full-dark-no-stars #morbid #stephen-king #death

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

— Cornell Woolrich

#fate #stars #death