Constellations Quotes

“Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

“It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.”
― Jennifer Elisabeth, Born Ready: Unleash Your Inner Dream Girl

“I wish I could read what she's written there. Instead, I pretend the letters are stars. The words, constellations.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

“...look up and see the madness
organized in the stars.”
― Kelli Russell Agodon, Hourglass Museum

“I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?”
― Jennifer Elisabeth

“I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.”
― Jennifer Elisabeth, Born Ready: Unleash Your Inner Dream Girl

“This probably isn’t something you’re supposed to say at a moment like this, but I think the moon is seriously overrated.” A moment like what? I bite my cheeks, taming the grin that threatens to take over my face.
“And the stars?” I ask, once the smile is under control.
“Wildly underrated,” he declares with a grin. He looks up again. “The sky is a storybook,” he says then. “Every constellation’s like its own fairy tale.”
― Lauren Miller, Parallel

“It took him half an hour to reach the little mission chapel. From his position on his back in the river he could see just the tip of the steeple, but for the most part he gazed upward at the constellations. Rudy knew his constellations, because each one of his daughters had done a science project on them and they'd spent hours lying on their backs in the middle of the Edgar Lee Masters campus looking up at the sky. As the river bent to the south, he could see Virgo and Centaurus coming into view. At first they reminded him of true beauty, and he was overwhelmed. He knew that this heart-piercing ache, however painful, was the central experience of his life and that he would have to come to terms with it. No one - not Aristotle, not Epicurus, not Siva Singh - would ever convince him otherwise. But then it occurred to him that Virgo and Centaurus were just as arbitrary as the rudimentary classification system he'd used for his books - Helen's books. There were a lot of stars left out of the constellations, and nothing to stop you from drawing the lines in different ways to create different pictures. He wanted to lift his wings and fly, but he didn't have the power. He could only let the river carry him along.”
― Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple

“Thereafter were the stars persuaded to depict compasses and quadrants, stripped of their names, given numbers, all but regimented into a grid, before they had had enough and reverted to their old subjects: dogs, dragons, herdsmen, bears. Take heed, worldly fashion—someone may trust you up to a point, but if you push him too far you will lose all the power you ever had over him and he will blaze up and turn into a bear.”
― Amy Leach, Things That Are

“Thus are many identities, over time, shown to be temporary alignments of components involved in a deeper allegiance.”
― Amy Leach, Things That Are

“The sky [above Tehran] was like a star-eaten black blanket, and so far as I could read them its constellations were unfamiliar. Lawrence speaks somewhere of drawing 'strength from the depths of the universe'; Malcolm Lowry speaks about the deadness of the stars except when he looked at them with a particular girl; I had neither feeling. The founder of the Jesuits used to spend many hours under the stars; it is hard to be certain whether his first stirrings of scientific speculation or pre-scientific wonder about space and the stars in their own nature were some element in his affinity with starlight, or whether for him they were only a point of departure, but in this matter I think I am about fifty years more modern than Saint Ignatius; stars mean to me roughly what they meant to Donne's generation, a bright religious sand imposing the sense of an intrusion into human language, and arousing a certain personal thirst to be specific.”
― Peter Levi, The Light Garden of the Angel King: Travels in Afghanistan with Bruce Chatwin