“-Wait, Anna, do you hear it? Listen" "-What is it?" It sounds like barking. "-Look- seals." She points about thirty feet down… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
“Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling… — Rivera Sun Copy Share Image
“Shooting stars are not stars at all. They're just rocks that eneter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“I remember thinking as a child that diamonds were stars that fell from the sky as shooting stars. You can only imagine… — Barbara Lieberman Copy Share Image
There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you're high it's tremendous.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“We were both just too messed up to ever be with each other in the way we needed to be. Two shooting… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars,… — Amy Tan Copy Share Image
“It’s ironic that we aim for the stars, but many shooting stars kill themselves just to catch a dying glimpse of the… — Curtis Tyrone Jones Copy Share Image
“Do not allow yourself to be full of hate, princess. Hate is a heavy thing. It weighs us down, chaining us in… — H.D. Gordon Copy Share Image
“She missed the simplicity of Dunia’s clearest, darkest skies, pristine and unencumbered from light pollution. The vast canvas of distant galaxies, nebulas,… — Sky Gold Copy Share Image
“Cynthia Parker had starved herself to death when she was returned to her white relatives. So had Temple Friend. Other returned captives… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
