Constellation Quotes

“I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.”
― Amy Tan

“Life: a constellation of vital phenomena—organization, irritability, movement, growth, reproduction, adaptation.”
― Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

“Never ever forget that you are a constellation and I have owned a telescope since the day I was born.”
― Rudy Francisco

“A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.”
― Elias Canetti

“She met a boy
and called him Stargazer
because instead of poems
he recited the names of constellations.


He said the freckles on his arms
were roadmaps to the sky,
and the bruises that he carried
were supernovas in disguise.

"Stargazer”
― Alaska Gold, Growing Light

“I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation he was to me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“When Compasia took pity on me, she reached down into the Underworld, touched the shoulder of Moritas, and asked her forgiveness. Then Compasia took my sister in her arms and placed her in the sky, where she, too, turned to stardust.
Magiano looks at me, his eyes wide. It seems as if he already, somehow, understands.
“My goddess made me a promise,” I whisper.
Only now do I realize that I have never seen him cry before.
In the stories, Compasia and her human lover would descend each night from the stars to walk the mortal world, before vanishing with the dawn. So, together, we stare at the sky, waiting.”
― Marie Lu, The Midnight Star

“Come back to me.
Where have you gone?
And why so long?
I miss the star below your lip,
the constellation on your
chest.
I miss your ways,
how you net butter-flying words
and release them
for others to enjoy.
I miss your tenderness,
the sweetness of your breath
and the song of your voice.
I miss how
you worship me.
Come back to me once more.
Why did you go?
And whatever for?
The heavens plotted against us.
The clouds came and
pissed on our lives.
The smell of charged particles
still lingers in the air.
What will become of you and I?
Come back to us.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Maybe we are stars apart from each other, that there's an invisible line connecting us. I'd like to think we are together in one constellation”
― Nicola An, Soul Song: Poetry and Prose of Awakening to Divine Love

“I propose a conspiracy of orphans. We exchange winks. We reject hierarchies. All hierarchies. We take the shit of the world for granted and we exchange stories about how we nevertheless get by. We are impertinent. More than half the stars in the universe are orphan-stars belonging to no constellation. And they give off more light than all the constellation stars.”
― John Berger, Confabulations

“She wasn't a constellation. She was a galaxy.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Shocked? I consider Bob one of the constellations of our time — of our country — America — a bright, magnificent constellation. Besides, all the constellations—not alone of this but of any time—shock the average intelligence for a while. In one respect that helps to prove it a constellation. Think of Voltaire, Paine, Hicks, not to say anything of modern men whom we could mention.

{Whitman's thoughts on his close friend, the great Robert Ingersoll}”
― Walt Whitman, Walt Whitman's Camden Conversations

“Before I met you, all I could see was a black hole.
Now the nights are full of bright shining stars whispering your name into a constellation.”
― Giovannie de Sadeleer

“With a frigate’s anchors for my bridle-bitts and fasces of harpoons for spurs, would I could mount that whale and leap the topmost skies, to see whether the fabled heavens with all their countless tents really lie encamped beyond my mortal sight!”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter of the loose dirt.

They stood him up, his back to the well.

In the dark, desperate sky, just above the scalloped line the treetops made, three stars formed a pleading little constellation. No one looked at them, no one cared. This was the time for death, not the time for mercy.
("The Number's Up")”
― Cornell Woolrich

“If you can be heartless as the first man who visited the space, then there will be nothing impossibe for you to achieve.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Our lives are a constellation of events, strung together, glittering; the shapes only being seen from a distance.”
― Patricia Robin Woodruff

“Mes pensées sont des étoiles qui ne veulent plus former de constellation.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Shining stars linked together through time. A constellation of murder.”
― Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls

“Every look of mine. With every smile of yours; half the world passes in a constellation that slowly changes.”
― Alan Maiccon

“We know not to fear death. Because even in death, there is life. Death is not the black night, but its white moon. The honeyed egg of rebirth.”
― Elisabeth Thomas

“Just as you will never lose me, you will never lose your crown. Your coronet will guide sailors to safety through the labyrinth of the treacherous seas. Women will look to it for a sign of comfort, a light in the darkness. Children will whisper their wishes to it before they close their eyes to dream. It will stay there, fast and true, for all time.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“The belief in their actions can mend constellations. The ambition in their thirst for knowledge can both create and destroy.”
― F.K. Preston

“None of my training can prepare me for this, to find her lifeless, and lost to me, forever. My jaw so tight it aches, I haul the lid up and look down.

An empty pod glares back at me.

I stand and turn full circle, unseeing, as panic wrestles my mind to the ground. I don't know if she's alive, or dead, or on the brink of dying of hunger. This is worse than trying to find her pod. A thousand million times worse. She could be anywhere. She will think she's alone, she will believe I didn't come for her, or that I didn't survive all this. And it hits me, with all the force of a star collapsing into a black hole. I wasn't there.

I. Wasn't. There.

'Blue!' I bellow into the day made into night. Anguish claws at me, tears me into shreds. To be so close to where she was and to have lost her. It's unbearable. 'Blue!' I shout with all the force of my once-military voice, fuelled by fear, dread, and the ache of my love, burned to hell.

In the distance, a startled rush erupts from the marsh, what sounds like hundreds of leathery wings against the air. Then, nothing.
I look up, wracked with hopelessness.
Through the sparse tufts of the treetops, the stars continue their relentless slide across the heavens, even though it's the middle of the day. How the fuck will I ever find her in this endless, overgrown wilderness? I won't. It's impossible. She will die and this place will bury her in its vines. I know I will never find her again.

I close my eyes and in the constellation of my mind, my pole star dies.”
― E.A. Carter, I, Cassandra

“Scorpio, setting . . . Sagittarius, Capricornus; ah, there, here they were, after all, in their right places, their configurations all at once right, recognised, their pure geometry scintillating, flawless. And to-night as five thousand years ago they would rise and set: Capricorn, Aquarius, with, beneath, lonely Fomalhaut; Pisces; and the Ram; Taurus, with Aldebaran and the Pleiades.”
― Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano

“To be a star isn’t enough. Try to be a constellation.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“The stars grow tired, shrug their shoulders, and fall out of the sky, wearing nothing but robes of comet-white. Is she not one of the stars? She casts off her robes—steps into my room—and composes constellations.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, A Fire in the Sunset: A Decade of Love Poems

“Paint speckled her skin like a colourful constellation of freckles.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Poetry is like stargazing. We all look at the same stars, but each of us connects them into our own unique constellations of words.”
― Sidhant Sharma