Quotes About Shooting Stars Novels & Stories

well she like pillow so much! We both place ourselves lying on the covers with blanket on its top, looking straight at the night sky is such a great feeling, "Its like a tiny lights from the city, it is hard to identity what is big and small" "Stars...it is hard to be as shiny as them...they might be pretty and shiny but will die eventually and becomes a sad and boring stone in the sky..." I said and then look at her, "But everyone wants to be a star...." "That is the problem with poeple...they want a temporary shining....why not choose something for a lifetime..."

Waiting for the moon which will give light to the dark skies. “Chances were like the stars, don’t you think?” she started and looked upon the deep gray skies. “You could only see them at night. Sometimes, you haven’t. Especially when the weather isn’t fine. It’s like when you take chances, if the person whom you ask doesn’t want to give you another chance, you won’t ever dare to show yourself again. But if that person gives you another chance, you could do many things to prove your worth. Just like the stars, you can’t see them if they’ve been blinded by the clouds. Thus, you lose hope.”

He looked at her and asked, "Still looking at the stars?" "Yeah," Leah replied. Leah leaned against his chest, listening to the soft murmurs of the young man in her ear, feeling a surreal sense of being on cloud nine. Happiness. This unfamiliar word hadn't appeared in her life for a long time. "There's a shooting star!" Leah suddenly exclaimed in a hushed tone and quickly closed her eyes, folding her hands together in a pious manner. After the small meteor streaked across the sky, she slowly opened her eyes.

Larissa sent a cute emoji and said, "I went back to my hometown two days ago. It's pretty rural, so there's no signal." "Ms. Seymour, have you seen tonight's meteor shower?" "Yeah, I did." And it was at an excellent spot—she could not say that, of course, or else she would risk exposing her relationship with Kevan. "Did you make a wish?" Larissa was way past the age of believing in such unrealistic superstitions. But when she saw the shooting stars, a notion flashed briefly through her mind, "It would be wonderful if time could stop at this moment."

He thought of the nights they had lain beneath these very stars, weaving stories for their daughter, promising her that nothing loved was ever truly lost. He smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her brow. “Only those who burned bright enough,” he said softly. “The stars are old. They have seen many stories, many lives. But they remember the ones who changed the world—the ones who loved fiercely, who gave all they had, who left light behind for others to follow.” She leaned into him, warm and small against his side. “Mama burned bright, didn’t she?”