Top 100 Quotes About Death Stars
#1. I stood, crossed over to my office and poured him a cup, then asked if he liked his coffee like I liked my Death Stars: gigantic, on the Dark Side, and powerful enough to destroy a planet. He laughed softly. "A little cream is fine." "One coffee high coming up," I
Darynda Jones
#2. I liked my Death Stars: gigantic, on the Dark Side, and powerful enough to destroy a planet.
Darynda Jones
#3. I am, apparently, Darth Sullivan," he said, lifting a corner of bread to stuff the tomato back in. "I understand that building things, Death Stars or otherwise, isn't my particular strength.
Chloe Neill
#4. No one wants to die or even plans to die, at least not when you are young and living life on top of everything, stepping on gold, running the miles with hot chicks on tow, but even if I wasn't a rock star, and just a normal civilian, I still wouldn't plan to die young. Death is so boring.
Sofea Shah
#5. At home, I watch fights and documentaries - that's it. If it's not about the birth and death of stars, 'Frozen Planet,' or someone getting punched in the face, I'm probably not watching it.
Ronda Rousey
#6. Does anybody know which are the thoughts of God, even if they are plants, mountains, sky, stars or whatever else?
Sorin Cerin
#7. We're not words, Henry, we're people.
Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.
Shaun David Hutchinson
#8. He relaxed into the dirt, it was all right, he was infantry and the dirt was home. He felt warm liquid all over his left thigh and wondered if he'd peed himself, it didn't matter, none of it mattered, the stars were out in the blackness overhead and that was where he was going.
Henry V. O'Neil
#9. There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.
John Green
#10. The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.
Rabindranath Tagore
#11. Death looked up angirly, and found himself staring into eyes that were black as the inside of a cat and full of distant stars that had no counterpart among the familiar constellations of the realtime universe.
Terry Pratchett
#12. And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death! Shall light thy dark up like a Star. A Beacon kindling from afar Our light of love and fainting faith.
Gerald Massey
#13. To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.
Jill Bialosky
#14. Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.
Dyls Downs
#15. I felt small, like one does when the distance between stars occasionally asserts itself into your understanding, like when your own death's inevitability leaps in front of you in the middle of the night when you get up to pee.
Stan Goff
#16. I don't feel so sad when somebody dies, Julio, because they fly away to explore the stars and planets. When it's our turn we join them in exploring the universe.
Gilbert Hernandez
#17. I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.
Marie Lu
#18. Ramadi's sky was generously filled with stars. Celestial ornaments set against a banner of a deep blue velvet sky. It was a place where hell, death, and heaven were so clear and the closest I've felt to all three in my life.
M.B. Dallocchio
#19. Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars,
Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers,
Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down,
Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power
So scatter and consume them in his rage,
That not a man should live to rue their fall.
Christopher Marlowe
#21. But was the woman's death the tragedy, or her life?
Marissa Meyer
#22. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife ...
O, I am fortune's fool! ...
Then I defy you, stars.
William Shakespeare
#23. And the hermit's spirit detaches itself, ever so gently, and begins its lonely passage upward, to find its final resting place among the stars.
Eleanor Catton
#25. The days carry the living along; the dead are left behind. It was disconcerting to discover how everything went on without Papa. The sun came up and went down, the roses bloomed, the birds sang, the stars wheeled overhead exactly as they had before
Juliet Waldron
#27. I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break.
Inside, though, I was already broken.
Shaun David Hutchinson
#28. When I'm wrong I'm like the Emperor on the Death Star thinking he'll turn Luke. Yet, when I'm right I'm a Jedi like my father before me.
Dane Cook
#29. After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and the sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.
Charles Lindbergh
#30. Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.
Clifford D. Simak
#31. So many people seem to prefer my silver-screenings of movie stars to the rest of my work. It must be the subject matter that attracts them, because my death and violence paintings are just as good.
Andy Warhol
#32. The desert became grim, dark and foreboding. A silence of death lay over the land, and it seemed as though the very stars held their breath and twinkled no more.
Alan Kinross
#33. Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
Edward Young
#34. The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us.
Chief Seattle
#36. He considered that he would one day accomplish some quiet subtle thing that the elect would deem worthy and, passing on, would join the dimmer stars in a nebulous, indeterminate heaven half-way between death and immortality.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#37. There were aging orange embers, blue dwarfs, twin yellow giants. There were collapsing neutron stars, and angry supernovae that hissed into the icy emptiness. There were borning stars, breathing stars, pulsing stars, and dying stars. There was the Death Star. At
George Lucas
#38. I admit that the generation which produced Stalin, Auschwitz and Hiroshima will take some beating, but the radical and universal consciousness of the death of God is still ahead of us. Perhaps we shall have to colonise the stars before it is finally borne in upon us that God is not out there.
R. J. Hollingdale
#39. Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star.
Andy Warhol
#40. Who am I to say that these things might not be forever? Who is Peter Van Houten to assert as fact the conjecture that our labor is temporary? All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park; an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming with ruined ruins and screaming children.
John Green
#41. The candle glimmers but an hour. The night
Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know
The tragedy of human love and need?
Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!
George Sterling
#42. And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky in two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft color of dawn.
Ray Bradbury
#43. Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!
Joanne Harris
#44. I believe that the greatest truths of the universe don't lie outside, in the study of the stars and the planets. They lie deep within us, in the magnificence of our heart, mind, and soul. Until we understand what is within, we can't understand what is without.
Anita Moorjani
#45. Even nature; the restless waves, irregular trees and stars all out of line show that chaos can be beautiful!
Sophia McMaster
#46. The Moon did not consider that amongst the stars, there is no end. There is no fading away. There is no death in a place filled with forever, even though we all trick ourselves into thinking that this life we live now is the only life we will ever live.
Paul The Astronaut
#47. To what purpose should I trouble myself in searching out the secrets of the stars, having death or slavery continually before my eyes?
Anaximenes
#48. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.
Jack London
#49. You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
Christopher Marlowe
#50. Whether you're talking about the Egyptian pharaohs or Hollywood movie stars it all ends the same way. DEATH
Neal A. Yeager
#51. Perhaps the mourners learn to look to the blue sky by day, and to the stars by night, and to think that the dead are there, and not in graves
Charles Dickens
#52. The day is crisp and clear, almost like every other morning he's taken the same walk in the snow, hiking to the forest and back.
M.C. Frank
#53. The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, 'Why did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There's already enough beauty where you are.
Rachael Wade
#54. We are born for a higher destiny than that of earth; there is a realm where the rainbow never fades, where the stars will be spread before us like islands that slumber on the ocean, and where the beings that pass before us like shadows will stay in our presence forever.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
#55. The ancients wrested the secrets from the depths of the earth and from the hearts of the stars, and with those secrets they banished sickness, death, and all forms of discomfort. And sickness, death, and discomfort gathered together and created the demons, and the demons destroyed the ancients.
L.E. Modesitt Jr.
#56. When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.
Ray Bradbury
#57. There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then fade with everything else. Even the shadows fade and all that is left is death. We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.
Courtney M. Privett
#58. After the shooting of John Lennon and the early death of so many great stars and the utter naked venal mercantile marketing of pop music and rock music, I don't think anyone really believes that music is anything more than another commodity.
Stephen Fry
#59. This is what love is. Not the moments on the beach, or under the stars or the trees, or in the moonlight. Love is sitting together in the quiet, waiting for death to come.
Knowing you're not alone.
Carolee Dean
#60. Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn't just sad and slow music. It's a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the rising sun.
Dave Matthes
#61. The Age of the Stars had come to an end. Once in a billion years, a feeble supernova illuminated the vestiges of its home; brown dwarfs, neutron stars, blackholes ... lifeless echoes of their former majesty.
Jake Vander Ark
#63. He was cold and tired, but he ignored the cold. Around him stars shone. Some bright, some dim, the most constant things in life. Segundo smiled up at them, happy at least to be dying among friends.
Orson Scott Card
#64. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
William Shakespeare
#65. As he left the room it seemed to him that he was walking between two eternities, on one side a list of the living, with its inevitable crossings-out, on the other - eternal exile. Eternal as the stars, as the galaxies.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
#66. A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pitty in all the glittering multitude.
Charles Dickens
#67. We all die someday. Maybe the only thing that makes that fact bearable is the idea that death is the only way we can return to the stars.
Beth Revis
#68. Great is life ... and real and mystical ... wherever and whoever, Great is death ... Sure as life holds all parts together, death holds all parts together; Sure as the stars return again after they merge on the light, death is as great as life.
Walt Whitman
#69. And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life?
Frederick Buechner
#70. Small said, "But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?"
... Large (replied) "Look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies, for you see ... love like starlight never dies ...
Debi Gliori
#71. Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#72. Don't feel sad. The only certain thing in life ... is death itself. She's free from her body and her soul is ready to take on another new life, so she can continue on until she becomes light, just like the stars.
Grace Fiorre
#73. It began with your eyes cast down, and mine looking right at you,
I watched you rule out hundreds of questions and accept only mine. I poured my stories into your eager heart, and you sparked faith inside the stubbornness of mine. Our beginning was written in the stars - how could it not be?
Emalynne Wilder
#74. Laser beams slid around them, spurts of light sinking through the darkness, eventually touching the stars or lighting the water for a moment on their death ride to the murky bottom.
Dean Koontz
#75. But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?
Logan Pearsall Smith
#76. I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much ... so, so much.
Jacqueline Woodson
#77. I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.
Charles Dickens
#78. The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Sylvia Plath
#79. It was a star," Mrs. Whatsit said sadly. "A star giving up its life in battle with the Thing. It won, oh, yes, my children, it won. But it lost its life in the winning.
Madeleine L'Engle
#80. I'm evolving, is the thing; I'm a god becoming a constellation.'
'The constellations are mostly demigods,' I point out. 'And they didn't get to be constellations until after they died.'
He laughs at that, and says, 'Death is a small sacrifice to become immortal.
Neal Shusterman
#81. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face
Emily Dickinson
#84. Lords of spirit, Lords of breath,
Lords of fireflies, stars, and light,
Who will keep the world from death?
Who will stop the coming night?
Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight.
Madeleine L'Engle
#85. Yes I am dark, but my eyes are full of stars.
Bella James
#86. Immortal beings have been compared to stars, these are existences that linger on long after the death of the thing itself.
Zeena Schreck
#87. The alluring stars in an apparently endless sky had, after all, been a disguise for the cloud of spirits. Ghosts perhaps could lie in death as well as creatures could lie in life.
Gregory Maguire
#88. The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.
James Montgomery
#90. No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.
Elizabeth Wurtzel
#91. Ancient stars in their death throes spat out atoms like iron which this universe had never known ... Now the iron of old nova coughings vivifies the redness of our blood.
Howard Bloom
#92. The belief in their actions can mend constellations. The ambition in their thirst for knowledge can both create and destroy.
F.K. Preston
#93. Silence, the great Empire of Silence: higher than all stars; deeper than the Kingdom of Death! It alone is great; all else is small.
Thomas Carlyle
#94. The splendors of the firmament of time
May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not;
Like stars to their appointed height they climb
And death is a low mist which cannot blot
The brightness it may veil.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#95. If {Death} comes for you?" he said. "Would you be so sanguine then?"
She laughed and the pensiveness was gone. "No indeed. I will curse the stars and go down fighting. But it will still have been a wonderful thing, to cross the mist.
Kij Johnson
#96. We shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia Plath
#97. Fold him in his country's stars.
Roll the drum and fire the volley!
What to him are all our wars,
What but death bemocking folly?
George Henry Boker
#98. Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in a second, changing one scene for another, just like in a dream.
Hwang Sok-yong
#99. So it's your death suit."
"Correct. Don't you have a death outfit?"
"Yeah," I said. "It's a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don't wear it on dates."
His eyes lit up. "We're on a date?" he asked.
I looked down, feeling bashful. "Don't push it.
John Green
#100. The stars of death stood over us. And Russia, guiltless, beloved, writhed under the crunch of bloodstained boots, under the wheels of Black Marias.
Anna Akhmatova
