“My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.”
John Green book The Fault in Our Stars
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.”
John Green book The Fault in Our Stars
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
Rebecca Solnit (1961) Author and essayist from United States
Wanderlust: A History of Walking (2001)
Source: Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics
Context: Walking has been one of the constellations in the starry sky of human culture, a constellation whose three stars are the body, the imagination, and the wide-open world, and though all three exist independently, it is the lines drawn between them—drawn by the act of walking for cultural purposes—that makes them a constellation. Constellations are not natural phenomena but cultural impositions; the lines drawn between stars are like paths worn by the imagination of those who have gone before. This constellation called walking has a history, the history trod out by all those poets and philosophers and insurrectionaries, by jaywalkers, streetwalkers, pilgrims, tourists, hikers, mountaineers, but whether it has a future depends on whether those connecting paths are traveled still.
“Ideas are to objects as constellations are to stars [translated from Trauerspiel, 1928].”
Walter Benjamin book The Origin of German Tragic Drama
Source: The Origin of German Tragic Drama
Kate DiCamillo book The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
Source: The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) English novelist and poet
" Drummer Hodge http://www.st-andrews.ac.uk/~www_se/personal/pvm/HardyBWar/pracrit.html" (1899), lines 1-18, from Poems of the Past and Present (1901)
Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer
Song lyrics, The Red Shoes (1993)
Context: We take all the telescopes
And we turn them inside out
And we point them away from the big sky.
Put your eye right up to the glass.
Here we'll find the constellation of the heart.
Steer your life by these stars
On the unconditional chance
'Tis here where Hell and Heaven dance.
This is the constellation of the heart.