Novel & Cerita Quotes About Shooting Stars

All the way to the store, I wondered what we'd do if the store was closed already. But, fortunately, we were in luck... they didn't close until 6pm. She grabbed her few items and we checked out, then started to drive back home. The winter sky was cloudless tonight and the moon was new, so all the stars were really popping out as we drove down the road. Suddenly Emily spoke. "Look, a shooting star!" she said. "Make a wish, daddy." She closed her eyes and made a quick wish as I continued driving. I should have corrected her and told her it wasn't a star... it was an asteroid hitting the atmosphere. I should have wished for something helpful, like world peace or something... or maybe even that

Clarissa was bursting with excitement but didn't know how to express it. "Oh my gosh, Gabriel, look! A shooting star! Quick, make a wish! They say wishes made on shooting stars are the most likely to come true." Seeing a shooting star streak across the dazzling night sky, Clarissa jumped with joy. She clasped her hands, bowed her head, and closed her eyes to make a wish. “Shooting star, shooting star, please make my wish come true. Let me become Gabriel's wife someday!”

"I once heard that the stars are our ancestors looking after us." "Really?" I ask, wrapping the blanket over both of us. "Then do you think our lost parents are looking at us right now?" "Probably." She shrugs, eyes on the sky. We were currently on the rooftop, staring at the starry night. Arianna has taken a habit of looking at the sky every night so I built a small tent-like space for us to sit in whenever we're up here. "Do you know what a shooting star means?" She shakes her head, taking my hand to her belly and I sigh.

We sat in quiet comfort, gazing up. “That’s Orion,” I said, pointing. “You can see his belt clearly tonight.” “You really know your constellations,” he said. “I had a lot of sleepless nights,” I replied. “The stars don’t judge.” He chuckled softly, the tension in him fading for a moment. Then a shooting star streaked across the sky. “Make a wish,” he said. I clasped my hands, pretending to think. “Did you?” he asked. “I did,” I said with a smile.

It's so special, and it feels like a sacred place. "It is." I said, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. We sat there for a long time, just watching the stars and the moon, listening to the sounds of the night. And then, something magical happened. A shooting star crossed the sky, its light streaking across the darkness. We both gasped, and then looked at each other. It was a sign, a sign of hope and possibility. "It's a good omen." I said, my voice filled with wonder. "It means that anything is possible."

On the top of the giant star, a sentence, simple and short in the sentence He knew we could understand. Use it well. It took a few years but then, we mastered it. The first time a shooting star was seen, it was the Guardians, zooming through earth. Humans felt that presence, deep in their hearts, and wish, wish on a shooting star. Ever since then, The Guardians travel by stars, shooting stars.

Maybe the shooting star hates me. "Why would the shooting star hates you? Did you make a mistake against the universe?" I inquired. He shrugged. "Well, I don't know. Maybe I made a mistake against the universe, sweetie." "I haven't heard anything about your mistakes against the universe. The mistakes you made before is hurting women and cheated on them. You broke their hearts and ruined their lives. You're totally a disaster, right? A disaster always destroyed everything," I reminded him. He grimaced. "It's enough, sweetie. You don't have to repeat it. It's my mistakes," he pleaded. "But we can see another shooting star again and this time not only you. We can wish on the stars. The stars ar

I sit on the balcony’s floor and placing the champagne next to me. The starlight shining, they were so bright and fill the empty sky. Dwell on the beauty of life, watch the stars and see yourself running with them, my grandma always says those words every time I’m having a bad day. I think that we are like stars. Something happens to our life and we think we are dying and about to explode, but we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly brighter than we ever were before.

"Why?" Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him reach up to pull off his glasses and rub his eyes tiredly. "They're so stupid, they stay up there so unreachable and beautiful yet teasing us every single day. Then they tell us to reach for the stars, when in fact they're telling us to do the impossible." "Wow," was all I could say. I had never thought that deeply about the stars or the saying he had quoted. "Did Blake Johnson just go all deep with me?"

Another real thing — something humans can’t touch, can’t ruin. I know someone’s standing beside me. I noticed the second he walked over, but I don’t bother looking. He smells nice, clean, warm — but the moon has all my attention. The stars, too. Maybe it’s the freedom of it all that keeps me staring. “You know one fact about the stars?” I ask, still watching the sky. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going, my voice quiet but steady. “Most of them might already be dead.” The words hang there between us. “Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”