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“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.â€� (p.33)”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“Aristotle taught that stars are made of a different matter than the four earthly elementsâ€� a quintessenceâ€� that also happens to be what the human psyche is made of. Which is why man’s spirit corresponds to the stars. Perhaps that’s not a very scientific view, but I do like the idea that there’s a little starlight in each of us.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“She was fire and life.

She was awe and starlight.”
― Nadine Brandes, Fawkes

“Starlight
I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore”
― Muse

“The voice was filled with thousand midnights, darkness and starlight wrapped so tightly they were bound fo all eternity.”
― Emma Hamm, The Faceless Woman

“She’s a galaxy of bright hues,
and her heart contains
a universe of love.
She is starlight.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“There is fire and starlight in your veins.”
― Erin Forbes, Fire & Ice: The Kindred Woods

“In time, she came to the banks of a stream, its surface so bright with starlight it was as if someone had peeled the rind from the moon like a piece of fruit and laid it in a gleaming ribbon upon the forest floor.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic

“She spared a glance for the townscape of jagged roofs and straggly tree branches, of rough edges that snagged the sky and made it bleed starlight.”
― Angela Panayotopulos

“It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“There are different kinds of darkness,' Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. 'There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.' I pictured each. 'There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.'

I only saw the darkness of that dungeon cell; the darkness of the Bone Carver's lair.

Cassian swore, but Azriel murmured a soft challenge that had their blades striking again.

'Open your eyes,' I did.

And found darkness all around me. Not from me- but from Rhys. As if the sparring ring had been wiped away, as if the world had yet to begin.

Quiet.

Soft.

Peaceful.

Lights began twinkling- little stars, blooming irises of blue and purple and white. I reached out a hand toward one, and starlight danced on my fingertips. Far away, in another world perhaps, Azriel and Cassian sparred in the dark, no doubt using it as a training exercise.

I shifted the star between my fingers like a coin on the hand of a magician. Here in the soothing, sparkling dark, a steady breath filled my lungs.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd done such a thing. Breathed easily.

Then the darkness splintered and vanished, swifter than smoke on wind. I found myself blinking back the blinding sun, arm still out, Rhysand still before me.

Still without a shirt.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“But she ignored it, leaning her brow against the cool glass of the window. She let the starlight gently brush her head, her face, her neck. Imagined it running its shimmering fingers down her cheek, as her mother had done for her and her alone.

My Nesta. Elain shall wed for love and beauty, but you, my cunning little queen... You shall wed for conquest.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“The stars are the ancient storytellers of the cosmos, their light spanning eons and vast distances to whisper the universe's tales to us.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“She soaked her feet in salt and stared up at the stars and wondered whether drowning would hurt.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, The Starlit Wood

“Something magical is happening in the world of light.”
― Steven Magee

“Light is life.”
― Steven Magee, Hypoxia, Mental Illness & Chronic Fatigue

“I twirled for a moment, moonlight kissing my
shoulders.

It felt like not simply the sky, but the air, was
composed of starlight.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Peter

“There, in a clearing surrounded by towering trees, lay a sparkling silver pool. Even from a distance, I could tell that it wasn't water, but something more rare and infinitely more precious.
...
He crouched by the pool and cupped his hand to fill it. He tilted his hand, letting the water fall. 'Have a look.'

The silvery sparkling water that dribbled from his hand set ripples dancing across the pool, each glimmering with various colours, and- 'That looks like starlight,' I breathed.

He huffed a laugh, filling and emptying his hand again. I gaped at the glittering water. 'It is starlight.'

'That's impossible,' I said, fighting the urge to take a step toward the water.

'This is Prythian. According to your legends, nothing is impossible.'

'How?' I asked, unable to take my eyes from the pool- the silver, but also the blue and red and pink and yellow glittering beneath, the lightness of it...

'I don't know- I never asked, and no one ever explained.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Of course Kim had buggered off as unpredictably as he'd appeared, because he was an untrustworthy shit and a lord. There had never been any other possible outcome. Only, while he was around, he'd given Will a taste for starlight”
― K.J. Charles, The Sugared Game

“â€� When I'm ready,

my uterus will lunar eclipse.
You could have been

my baby. I was almost your mother.
In the gap, I left you to fall�

jarred starlight, steaming.”
― Joanna C. Valente, Marys of the Sea

“Let the starlight shine upon you, let it lead you to your peace...â€�
“Wil?� I murmured.
This was the lullaby Mother used to sing to us when we were little. The song Ethereal was supposed to be singing to her firstborn daughter, back at the dawn of time.
“It’s your fire that keeps you breathing and will never let you cease...”
― Victoria Moschou, Guardian of the Auras

“In the pull of unknown, I sense my thirst and so I wander the way wild winds do, the way tides long for the shores, the way the stars through darkness meander like the ships adrift at sea, the way robins flutter in the winds, the way the sea lulls itself to sleep and starlight lives in the deepest of my deeps....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“With one glove off, you trace the heavens, / fingers full of reverence...

(from Stargazers on a Winter's Night)”
― Robert J. Tiess, The Humbling and Other Poems

“They emerged, stumbling in to the starlight. The man at Marra's side gasped in air as if he had never breathed before. 'Free,' he said. 'Am I free of that place?'

'Almost,' said the dust-wife. 'Not quite yet. We've got one foot in the other world, and it isn't safe to linger.'
...
'Now,' said the dust-wife, leaning on her staff. 'Now we're all the way back. Now you're free.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“The liquid was delightfully warm, and I strode in until it was deep enough to swim out a few strokes and casually tread in place. Not water, but something smoother, thicker. Not oil, but something purer, thinner. Like being wrapped in warm silk. I was so busy savouring the tug of my fingers through the silvery substance that I didn't notice him until he was treading beside me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Rhys's violet eyes met mine, and I wondered if it was true starlight that flickered so intensely in them as he spoke.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I sleep with the curtains open and starlight and moonlight shining onto me during sleep. The night sky glows with starlight in the countryside, away from streetlights. The rural night sky really shines at night!”
― Steven Magee

“Stars really shine when camping!”
― Steven Magee

“It was a new moon, but the stars of the northern hemisphere transformed her slim sinuous home, converting the oak strips on the convex walls into quicksilver that momentarily held the frenzied shadows of the forest, slickening their inextricable shapes, and then engulfed them.”
― Jennifer Croft, The Extinction of Irena Rey