stars - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
In every direction there is a star, should I fly into the universe any way would be the right way. I tilt my head, gazing upward, eyes more open than they can be in the fullness of day, not looking at one star, yet somehow seeing them all at once.
The eerie darkness of that night would never escape my memory. I clearly remember the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the stars made against the blackness. The milky speckles twirled and danced along the sky in various patterns, tugging at the corners of my lips in a way that almost made me smile. It was hard to shove aside the worries corrupting my mind, but eventually, I stopped walking over the soft sand below my feet and just... stopped thinking. I was alone. Nothing from my life could touch me. Not a single thing could harm me. I stared up at the sky and studied the silver glow of the moon. She smiled down at me with love so intense it warmed my soul like a fireplace on a cold winter's night. And there I was, standing on the shore at midnight to escape my life at home, not wanting to do anything but cry. But the look that the moon gave me didn't cause the storm to go on inside of me. Instead, a hot blue fire flickered in my heart and soon started to grow, eating at all of the dark emotions in its path. My worries burned away, and the tears that were starting to form at the corners of my eyes melted down my cold face with a rush of relief.
Crying felt good, especially when they were tears that I didn't want to push away. They weren't drops of sadness, no. They were more like the feelings of joy, relief, happiness and freedom streaming away from my hurt eyes. They were temporary cleaners to wash away the pain. I never cried, it just wasn't me. But that night, under the protection of millions of stars and the beautiful moon, I felt like I could let the floodgates open with a single snap of my fingers. I stared up at the sky and continued to let my pain run away for the moment. The cold midnight waves rolled in and tickled my feet as I stood on the beach, not ever wanting to leave.
Stars... Can I ask you what they are? Living in the city, I don't get to see these beautiful blinking fairy lights in the night sky. A friend told me, they look like fireflies only they burn brighter against the glowing black satin behind layers and layers of serene clouds above our heads. Sometimes, when it is specially dark, stars light up so much their brilliance are mirrored from our dilated orbs. It's so surreal and it makes anyone wants to reach up for one, keep it in our hands for warmth and pocket it to bring home and keep them in a jar.
Sequin-silver stars like the scattered embers of a dying fire winked down at me, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky.
The wind was chill, and the stars burned with the brilliant sapphire pallor of electric light.
In the ancient time, men use the magical symbols above the night sky for navigation. These star pattern saved a lot of lives in the old age. Some stars fade and some shine like a glowing light bulb. Each of them has its own unique shape, level of brightness and size. Some stars are bigger than others and showing they are the king of star. Sometimes, many stars appear at once above the dark somber sky, and they look like rice grains flowing above out into the galaxy, into the alien world and feed them. As we watch these dust like particles slowly swimming above our head, we begin to raise our hand and wanting to touch them.
We lay under the stars, which were like a beautiful, surreal blanket above our heads. I could feel his heartbeat against the back of my head, and could hear the soft breaths of him by my side. That's when it hit me: Sometimes we are like stars- we fall to make someone's wish come true.
Primeval tales were told there, tales of great angels and dragons, of times of war and times of peace, of death and life; and stretched across the endless sea of sorrows, a million spangled glimmers of hope pierced through the veil, like the eyes of angels in the distant darkness. How much death, and how many a battle won or lost there, as the stars in their courses had fought?
The moon under siege by stars seemed to lighten the night bringing forth stars that shone and hung in the blackness. The never ending blackness consumed everything. Except the stars which stood out like pebbles in front of a storm. Ever enduring these shone with the night cowered in a inky black sky (linked to squids). It seemed like guerrilla warfare as the darkness controlled the sky yet the stars controlled the gleaming spots of where they originated. The war continued across the constellations.
And she looked up and saw the stars. They illuminated the darkness and her fears crumbled to dust beneath her feet. The words, the lies, the hatred, the failures--they now lingered at a distance. A white crescent shaped scar flickered on her wrist. She was reminded that wounds would eventually heal into scars, some of the permanent, some of them not. No longer did she stand in the shadow of the past. Instead, she marched forward in hope of reaching the stars one day.
The glitter in the sky looks as if she could scoop it all up in her hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant, so far apart that they cannot feel the warmth of each other even though they are made of burning.
I would call them beautiful, but even that wouldn’t do its justice. This is something you can’t describe or tell anyone about to share the experience, not even something you can capture in a photo. You can only know by experience, only seeing them through your eyes will you be able to see the beauty. Stars are just shiny silvery-blue dots in the sky, so why are they so pretty? What makes it different than dots of light shining through little holes on a black paper? I’d never figure it out. Maybe it’s the reality of it.
I glanced at him as he gazed up at the night sky, and I suddenly fell for him, like all the shooting stars above.