“He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.”

“If there was a god, he wouldn't let a guy walk right up and shoot you in the face now would he? That's right, now you get the picture. Truth burns doesn't it?”

Henry Rollins (1961) American singer-songwriter

“Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention — but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.”

Cassandra Clare book Clockwork Prince

“Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.”

Jodi Picoult My Sister's Keeper

“It's funny how a flame can only burn your hand if you move too slow, you can tease it all you want and it never gets you, if your quick enough.”

Neal Shusterman book Unwind

“Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!
For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some starless night!”

Paul Vance (1929) American record producer

“Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny.”

Carl Schurz (1829–1906) Union Army general, politician

“Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate?
How'd you stay alive?”

Courtney Love (1964) American punk singer-songwriter, musician, actress, and artist

“Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.”

Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977) Russian-American novelist, lepidopterist, professor

“He looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.”

Cassandra Clare book City of Bones