Stars Quotes - Page 6

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

You haunt my days and dreams.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was - some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

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?

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself…

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

It looks like the whole city is made out of stars.

We are all star stuff.

There’s as many atoms in a single molecule of your DNA as there are stars in the typical galaxy. We are, each of us, a little universe.

The study of mathematics is apt to commence in disappointment... We are told that by its aid the stars are weighed and the billions of molecules in a drop of water are counted. Yet, like the ghost of Hamlet's father, this great science eludes the efforts of our mental weapons to grasp it.